hook me up

This is one of those “where do I begin?” posts. I bet you just said, “At the beginning”.  I think I will begin in the middle….

I picked up the metal size 7 needles and did the first thing I usually do~ I rolled them between my palms to warm them up! I think cold, metal needles (or Hooks) can be compared to warming my cold feet on my husband’s bare legs. A real shock and sure doesn’t put anyone in the mood.

My first thought was “this is why I don’t use metal straight needles”. My next thought brought me to their previous owner,  good friend’s mother. When her mother died and the emotions weren’t as raw, my friend gifted me with her mother’s knitting needles. I was touched that she would give anything to me that belonged to her mother. I believe my friend was somewhat comforted that someone would use them.

A few months later, my friend discovered that her daughter was pregnant. I knew there and then I would knit the baby something with her great grandmother’s knitting needles.

I cannot help but to think and wonder about the woman who owned these before me. What if anything, had her hands created with these very same needles? Would she be pleased that I was doing this? I think so. Would her grand daughter appreciate the gesture? I think so. Would my friend know that this was intended to be a token of honor for her mother? I am sure of it. I want them to know:

This is your grandmother’s knitting and I am proud to have done it.