When my boys were small they occasionally made time to sew with me, sharing my quilting with their classmates as we worked on group quilts for terminally-ill children at St. Christopher’s Hospital in Philadelphia. They made their own quilted pillows, and helped to make baby quilts for new cousins. Made before the digital camera age, these precious work was undocumented (we can’t find photos or negatives, even if we could digitize them). The challenges of adolescence competed with what seemed to be their natural creativity – it’s the rare young teenage boy that is willing to sew alongside his mother, and as rare and special as my boys are, they just weren’t that rare.
Now grown to young manhood, my boys are finally willing to join me in other creative work. The younger has taken up needlework with enthusiasm: he’s finished his first felted/fulled project, a cover for his new telephone (executed in the round on dpns! using Bonnie’s pattern at Blue Peninsula). There’s also a 2-color garter scarf on the needles (which travels to work on slow days!), and he’s already thinking about making his own fingerless cycling gloves now that he’s decided on some Cascade 220 and the Knucks pattern. The older will graduate from university in May, is now living on his own in a distant city, and cooks (though pasta dinner was achieved after 4 calls home!). Inspired by the knitted socks and clogs I’ve showered on him (and perhaps challenged by his brother’s success with the needles), he’s planning to learn to make socks on his next visit home in March.
Nachus (Yiddish, for “joy”) doesn’t half-describe how this Jewish mother feels about these precious men.
On my needles this week? In addition to incremental progress on the Cobblestone Pullover (too much stockinette to manage, even if it is for my young darling), the reversible double knit hat and a few others hanging about (any one of which can find its way into my tote as a “walking project”), and some Chevalier Mittens (which had to be frogged back a few inches when I realized I’d neglected to increase for the thumb on the reverse side – I finally remembered there was a reverse side, after being dazzled by my own execution of the maze of cabling on the topside). I managed to find some of the pile (or small mountain – the saga of my shibori scarf project will follow soon) of lace-weight merino I purchased a couple of years ago in a preparatory frenzy for felted shibori scarves. Quadrupled, the yarn made a lovely lightweight Nottingham Hat for a small child, to be donated to a local collection for Women Against Abuse organized by Ravelry’s Unionmaid63.