It was my birthday last week. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world, not least because we had a party at Knit Night, with a delicious, flamboyant cake and prosecco. The girls wore badges professing their love for me. I was very embarrassed and a little flattered, just as they'd planned.
I was also given this:
My very own hand-knitted Muddy Sheep! And he is knitting!
Receiving any knitted gift is always wonderful for me. As a knitter I can imagine the trials and emotions invested in that gift:
I imagine the knitter's mind wandering as they knit, thinking what the recipient will say when they see it, and maybe chuckling inwardly at the thought.
I imagine the apprehension the knitter feels that it might not look as good in reality as it does in their imagination.
I imagine there's a good chance that the knitter underestimated the time it would take to complete - despite having underestimated many times in the past already (or is that just me?). So I imagine them cursing as they find themselves knitting at break-neck speed to get it finished in time.
And finally I imagine the satisfaction when it's done: when that perfect button has been located, the mattress stitch has worked its magic again, and all the fiddly ends are sewn in.
I knew all that in my heart when I was given that gift, and now I've put it into words. Thank you to all my Knit Night friends for a wonderful party. And for my Muddy Sheep, thank you Karen.
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