Just walked in the door, haven’t checked my messages yet, just a quick note before we collapse.
It’s the weekend before Spencer’s fourth birthday and we flew to go celebrate with the grands there.
Taking a cowl project out of my purse to get a few stitches in, I found myself with my seven year old granddaughter asking if she could work on it. More on that later. She first asked me who it was for, and I told her, I don’t know, as I thought of the times I’d worked on it during knitting zoom meetings and a doctor’s waiting room with that same question in mind.
Still not done, and it was still that grayish blue from stash that just didn’t do it for me so it had been in no hurry. I’d started it to try to make that yarn find its rightful home at long last. Someone out there would love it if I used it.
I had, as it turned out, enough time on the plane and enough yarn on the first of my two balls (I think it was shade 3251 there) to do two last repeats and that was all it needed.
The plane did some descending. I was casting off.
The plane went lower still, though the view out the window showed no signs of city lights yet.
I used the tip of the needle to work the yarn ends in as if I were knitting stitches into existing edge ones. Finally, I left little dangly ends that needed to be trimmed off because enough already, and I called it done with less than five minutes to spare. We touched down.
I eyed that ball band on that second ball: Plymouth Solstice, baby alpaca/extra fine merino/yak, squishy and soft.
I told myself, don’t be dumb: don’t save the ball band for some possible future project and recipient when you have one right in front of you that you won’t have time to say a word to about anything. It says hand wash only as well as what it’s made of and she needs to have that information and I don’t have pen nor paper. So I did, I took the band from the one and wrapped it around the new cowl by way of introducing her to it.
We were getting our stuff from the overhead bins, just steps from the front of the plane–and she’d vanished. Even just saying, Where is she? while looking to left and then right was holding up the long line behind me.
Turns out the tall male flight attendant was blocking the view. She looked up at my question and in that moment we saw each other, and I pressed it into the hands of this older black flight attendant who’d put on a good face to the passengers the whole flight, but up at the front, had looked like she just might cry in spite of herself at any moment. She needed someone who understood her situation, whatever it was. She needed a hug.
I could do none of that in the time that I had but I needed to do what I could.
I wanted to say, Thank you for helping to make it so that we could go play with our grandchildren this weekend. I wanted to say, this is how you take care of it, tepid soapy water in a sink/as little movement to the water as possible/the lace will stretch out once it’s wet, that’s normal. I wanted to say, snip off those ends it’s okay sorry for leaving those/no scissors. I wanted to say, I am with you all the way wherever you are and whatever it is.
Instead she simply got my eyes meeting hers as she exclaimed in disbelief, having watched part of this coming to be in my hands those past 80 minutes, “For me??!”
(Anybody want that second skein, just let me know. No band, sorry/not sorry at all.)
And now I know why the kids had a last-minute change of schedule not of their making that meant that we changed our schedule to a flight an hour earlier than had been planned. Change fee $0 was a nice touch to top off how that worked out. Thank you, Southwest.
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As always, it went to exactly the right person.
Comment by Pegi F 09.26.22 @ 4:09 amWay to start the new year! L’shona Tovah!
Comment by Afton 09.26.22 @ 12:02 pmIf I say, your posts are just like Sylvia Baer’s, will you get what I mean? Always an “ahhhhh” that leaves me thinking for a day or two.
Comment by Anne aka slimsdotter 09.26.22 @ 4:39 pmSo lovely, and I am sure JUST what she needed. Being Southwest, if you write and says “I was on this flight and want to give some extra care information to the flight attendant”, they will get it to her.
(and if the yarn still needs a home, let me know – we can trade)
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