My Husband, Chuck, and I were giggling one morning over a funny picture of an engraved headstone I had found on the internet that could well be the perfect inspiration for our own headstone some day. Ours would go something like this: (His Side): I'll be waiting for you on the first tee. (My Side) : Just let me finish this row! Priceless!
It's true! When I am creatively engaged in something I truly care about, a challenging piano piece for instance or a new knitwear design, I am like a focused little laser beam. In those moments, I can tune out anything - ringing telephones, burning dinner rolls, husbands beckoning me to turn off the lights and come to bed. Just let me finish this row!
We laugh about it. But seriously, there are times in life when you really do wish you could just finish the row.
Our sweet Aunt Marge on my husband's side died quite suddenly last week. She was in her 90's and lived a long and charming life in a little cape-cod-style bungalow that she and her late husband Ed had built along the banks of a pond in Rhode Island. We will deeply miss her feisty spirit and hearing her soft, loving voice in that comforting New England accent over the phone.
Marge was a beautiful knitter as was her late sister Muriel whose hand-knit mittens are pictured above - dense, intricately stranded wool with every precious stitch perfectly formed. Little well-worn hand-knit memoirs - If only they could talk those mittens would surely have stories to tell. It's part of their charm.
We feel fortunate that we took time to visit Marge last fall while she was still in good health. We talked about family, laughed, ate out, knitted, rebuilt part of her worn fence and had a meaningful, long overdue visit. We were planning another trip to see her this spring. I was looking forward to finishing some conversations and capturing a few more details about her life - and I really wanted to know more about the mittens she had sent. When did Muriel make them? Who wore them? Who taught Marge and Muriel how to knit? When did they learn? Where did they get their beautiful wool? Did she have other hand-knit treasures to share? I'm glad Marge is at rest without any more suffering - but oh to have had a bit more precious time. Sometimes you just want to finish the row.
In my heart of hearts, knitting has always been the thing I am compelled to do. Apart from family and playing my piano, the one thing that lights me up like no other is designing and creating beautiful knitwear. In the next stage of my life and career I want to do this work that I love, incorporating the people and things that are important to me. There are other things on the list too - being in nature, traveling, teaching and bringing a light to others. But mostly I want to finish the row - to spend focused time designing and creating special memories and capturing the wisdom and the stories inherent in beautiful hand-knit things. This will be the In Knit Journey.
Some day God will also beckon me to turn out the lights and come home. Perhaps my Charles will already be waiting for me on the first tee. I don't know, but, I'm quite certain when the time comes I'll be creatively engaged in a meaningful new In Knit project and I'll be thinking; Just let me finish this row! I do know one thing- Marge and Muriel will be waiting to tell me about those mittens.
Wise Knitting my friends