Saturday, October 25, 2014

"There Is A Kind Of Beauty In Imperfection"

A Knitted Hug


Remember this blanket? I posted about it a few weeks ago. I took it to Baby Girl when we drove out for her christening. It was soft. Just right for keeping her warm this winter. Mommy said Baby Girl liked napping with it. She sent me a photo (the one at the top) so that I'd know it was being used right from the start. Until Mommy used it in the car soon after we left. Threw it over the baby in her car seat on a cold morning. 


When Mommy arrived at her destination, she pulled the blanket off. And SNAGGED IT on the base of the car seat. I got a panicked text message that she was afraid the blanket was ruined. Not only had a long strand of yarn pulled out from the blanket, that yarn had broken. What to do???


"Mail the blanket back to me--unwashed, untouched. Leave the damage alone." Until I could see what had happened. Thankfully, the blanket injury was near the edge. The repair isn't perfect but it won't likely be noticed by anyone who hasn't read about it here. And even then, you might have a hard time finding the spot. We KNOW Baby Girl won't notice. Or care. 

So as soon as I get that final frayed short end of yarn secured, I'll launder it. Then I'll mail it back to Baby Girl so that she can snuggle under this blanket for her naps again. 

And what if the blanket was beyond repair? It's just knitting. I would make her another one. Not such a disaster after all.


"There is a kind of beauty in imperfection" ~ Conrad Hall, cinematographer


2 comments:

goodnightgram said...

What a great post. You made me laugh with the "unwashed, untouched" part. Perfect knitter response! You did a nice job of the repair, too. And if someone notices, who cares? There are stories that go with our knitting. In the end, though, I see you have the perfect attitude . . . it's just knitting - two sticks and some string. You're a good mom.

Mimi said...

Well, you understand that part! One of the first things I taught Big Sister when she was first learning to knit, was not to panic if stitches fell off her needle. Those stitches usually stay put--until you start messing with them. One of my favorite memories was seeing her work one day and when the need came out of a few stitches, she sat still, repeating to herself, "Don't panic. Don't panic." And then carefully getting each stitch back in place.