Today we gather to recognize the short yet meaningful existence of Rebecca, whose lovely olive-toned Silk Road Aran countenance will be sorely missed.
Despite a promising cast-on, Rebecca struggled to overcome multiple knitting challenges in her short life.
Rebecca’s designer and friend, Jo Sharp, remembered her as
“A women’s fitted sweater with a cable panel at the centre front. Suitable for a knitter with some cable experience.”Her voice caught a bit at the memory.
Rebecca returns to the skein before her time, an innocent victim of sizing errors, inadequate swatching and knitter dissatisfaction. She was a model of sweater forbearance, never growing discouraged by the multiple froggings she received, though her plies grew thin in several places from the experience. She resisted drowning her troubles in Eucalan, instead choosing to spend her last months hiding in disgrace in a paper sack in the basement corner.
Rebecca strongly believed that the fibers of our beings continue on beyond one’s own limited existence and she expressed a desire to be reincarknitted as a well-loved pullover or perhaps a cardigan (though preferably not as socks).
Rebecca leaves behind a grieving knitter, Denise, who despite vehemently expressing an inability to even think about knitting another sweater anytime soon, was later observed reaching out in her grief to her long ignored stash yarn.
Skein to skein, hank to hank
As yarn we are born and to yarn we return.
RIP…RIP…RIP, dear Rebecca