Fiji or not Fiji
Sunday November 17th 2013, 11:07 pm
Filed under: Food,Friends,Life,Non-Knitting

I’m debating typing this. I don’t want to sound like I’m patting myself on the back. But then, actually, it started with what seemed for a long time like a mistake on my part, and more of one as I held doggedly on to it.

I saw a jacket–on sale, a very good price, lined and good and warm. And it was a deep blue teal, just subdued enough, the short-shearling-type lining a slightly greener teal and lining the hood, too. Gorgeous. I seriously coveted it. It was too big for me, but my daughter needed a jacket and there you go, decorating a daughter is even better than decorating yourself and so I bought it.

She, however, was a teenager at the time and the kiss of death at that age is to have your mother go bonkers over an article of clothing she expects you to wear. (Hey, I did it to my mom, too, I get it.) She did humor me enough to try it on once and as far as I remember that was that.

Both girls are a lot taller than I am, and no matter how much I liked it, the sleeves especially were just ridiculous on me.

And yet over the years as various things have come and gone, that jacket has stayed right there in that closet, with me unwilling to let it go. I gave a coat to a shelter, knowing it was much needed. The jacket, though, for whatever unfathomable reason, stayed. Out of sheer stubbornness. Or something. Someone had to like it as much as I did, darnit.

For the last few weeks, I’ve thought, y’know, I really should take that to church (but kept simply forgetting it, good intentions or no good intentions)…

…Instead, finally, that part of church that I kept thinking about came here.

We got a phone call in the middle of all-the-everything that’s been the furnace stuff: making sure that we remembered that on the monthly calendar we had signed up to serve dinner to the Mormon sister missionaries tonight. We had utterly forgotten. Had it been just one more day, had we known when we signed up, we could have had the whole house nice and warm for them, but oh well.

One of them is from the States and one of them is from Fiji. I had some very good coconut-curry sauce (thank you Costco) unopened in the fridge and hey, cook some raw shrimp in that, a few minutes stirring on the stove, done. To make the beautiful young woman with the slightly English accent feel at home, and she was ecstatic. (That wasn’t the only dish, but it was the most successful one.)

Richard had pulled one of the space heaters into the dining area as we’d sat down to eat  and we’d explained about the no furnace. Between it and the cooking, though, we had it reasonably comfortable in there.

We visited awhile, and at the end, I asked her: I had this jacket. It’s been cold. She was from a warm climate. She was taller than I; would she be willing to try it on and see if she liked it?

Her face lit up in surprise and hope and I ran and got it.

It fit! She LOVED it. “It’s *warm*!” (And boy did I relate to that sense of endless cold right now with having had to open windows to air the carbon monoxide out and all that.) She loved everything about it as much as I had, and just kind of danced around a moment in it holding it tight to her for sheer joy, the other sister missionary as happy for her as anyone could ever have asked for.

Turns out my instincts had been right–our tropical friend had been shivering and I should have done this long since, way back at the start of the cold, but at least here we now finally were. She had been going to go take the hit on her funds at long last (and I can’t imagine what that would have been for her at American prices) and just go and buy a jacket tomorrow. Tomorrow.

And now she didn’t have to. This was everything she needed. It fit. And she loved it.

It had been waiting for her for a long time.

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Very cool to stop being cold, beautifully.

Comment by Marian 11.18.13 @ 12:02 am

What a treat! I have some idea how happy she must feel. I went to Sweden as an exchange student with the wrong type of clothing and very little money and was very grateful for hand-me- downs. To get a beautiful new coat must have felt like Christmas!

Comment by LynnM 11.18.13 @ 6:30 am

As always, God’s timing is perfect!

Comment by Jody 11.18.13 @ 8:08 am

Serendipity in action,God’s timing is indeed perfect.!

Comment by Kris 11.18.13 @ 8:11 am

The way it works.

Comment by Sherry in Idaho 11.18.13 @ 9:03 am

To everything, there is a season.
I’m glad that jacket was finally in her season!

Comment by Pam 11.18.13 @ 1:16 pm

Some things are just meant to be.

Comment by SuperCutePetContest 11.18.13 @ 1:43 pm

ahhhhhh! such a special moment!! Love it, and oh my, I missed reading for a few days and something really bad almost happened — I’m so glad you are okay and that the furnace is being taken care of!!

Comment by Bev 11.18.13 @ 3:51 pm

I often appear at knitting with something I’m knitting for someone else. Members of the group sometimes mention to me that the leader of the group doesn’t suggest knitting for other people. If you knit for yourself, you’re sure that what you knit will be appreciated.

And indeed, last week someone mentioned gifts her mother had knit that were not appreciated. The family convinced her to knit for charity.

When you post these stories, you remind me of how lovely those moments are when you provide a gift that is appreciated. There’s nothing like it.

Perhaps ensuring that everything you knit (or give) is appreciated isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be.

Thanks for the description of how you think these things through.

Comment by RobinM 11.18.13 @ 5:34 pm

No coincidences. What a beautiful story with a very happy ending.

Comment by Channon 11.18.13 @ 7:49 pm

I love happy endings!

Comment by Ruth 11.18.13 @ 11:27 pm

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