Mom was sorting through the antique chest that holds much of her handwork and discovered several skeins of wool. She says she can’t even remember why she bought them but wondered if I could knit her a sweater.
Of course I could. She has filled my home and heart with the beautiful work that flows from her hands – quilts, pillows, dolls, a little braided rug – so many things that add that intangible something that makes a house a home.
She found a pattern she liked, and I began. All went well until I noticed a dropped stitch. It was several rows down, but I managed to weave it up to the row where it belonged. Whew! I wanted this sweater to be perfect, and a dropped stitch would never do.