I felt the need to move yesterday's post down a bit and even though I'd love to engage in a bit of procrastiblogging today, there are a number of demands on today's schedule that aren't optional. Not to mention that we are still catering to the needs of a very sick small dog here at Casa del Chaos (and trust me, that's as much as you really want to know on that topic! If you thought yesterday's post was disgusting - but I digress).
Thank you for stopping by today, please, sign the guest book on the table, and tissues are to the side just there.
Frogged but not forgotten 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."
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 with quiet dignity, 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
*Reincarknitting is a is a central tenet for the followers of yarnma. I think it conflicts with a belief in the concept of original spin, but I am not as familiar with that yarnology.
6 comments:
I am so sorry for your loss. It may take some time, but remember, to truly be happy, yarn must ultimately be seen. And, well, as a sweater with sizing issues, and knitterly dissatisfaction, it was not going to happen. The yarn can have a nice soak, and be much happier and have a fuller existence as something else.
There is some truth to original spin, but a good soak does allow for reincarknitting.
Oh my goodness...this is the best post I've read all week!!! I was all set for some horrific tragedy. This is what happens when you bother to count stitches...it just leads to heart break.
Is there somewhere we can send flowers or make small, but well-meant donations in Rebecca's memory? It will help us all throught the grieving process...
Oh dear, poor Rebecca, cut down in the prime of her knittihood. Ah well, it does happen to the best of us!
Good wishes to the sick pupkin. We are still recuperating from sick cat and both my heart and my wallet feel the pain!
Alas, poor Rebecca, unloved, gone before her time. May she rest in peace and be reincarknit as something beautiful, that fits.
More knitting enjoyment for your yarn dollar Love Ya Denise!
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