My wee girly is starting High School in September. The uniform list came through yesterday and annoyingly all outerwear such as coats and scarves have to be black or navy. Of all the millions of scarves my daughter has, none are plain navy or black, and so out come my knitting needles. I'm enjoying it actually, as it's one way in which I can prepare myself for her moving up. It reminds me of how I spent a considerable chunk of my pregnancy, carefully decorating a nursery that she didn't sleep in for many months. There was way more potential for creativity with a bedroom than a plain scarf – I did a cityscape and all sorts. Then and now, it was an act of love, something to focus on whilst I mull over how life might change. If it weren't for the stipulation that it must be “plain”, I'd be adding sparkles and fluffiness, something to remind her of how precious she is, as she embarks on this latest adventure.
Of course, chances are it'll be lost within the first couple of days, so I'm not going to invest too much in it. But I really like knitting scarves for people I love – I guess it's a bit like people who like cooking for their beloveds, you pour your soul into it knowing it will soon be wrapped around the neck of someone who matter lots (tho the cooking goes down not round the necks). I'm very lucky to have a talented friend who has knitted me 2 pairs of socks, I wear them on days I feel might be challenging, and it's as if I have her love strengthening me from my toes upwards. Whatever our level of talents, it's good to use them to warm others. Hugs :D
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