Suddenly realizing I don’t have a picture of it. Which is fine, I certainly have the pattern.
She admired that scarf the couple of times I wore it to knit night–a lot. Really liked it. As in, told me to finish that book, willya, because she wanted to make that one, and ooh, that colorway!
I knew her dad was sick and with a mental nod in her direction, I put on a dark-coral sweater tonight because she passionately loves orange and that was the closest I had to it to wear in solidarity. (Stephanie, I thought of your post, too, and thought how much the two of you could swap orange stories if you ever met.)
That scarf went okay with it so on impulse I put that on too just before I walked out the door.
She admired it again, a welcome diversion to the news that her dad had just been found to have not only cancer but he’s Stage Four. All the family had been asked to come and she will be flying overseas in the morning to be by his side.
And as she was telling me the news, she turned her head to catch something someone behind her said, giving me a moment when she wasn’t looking.
Wait, what?! She was stunned to feel that scarf going around her.
Honey. Even if I didn’t know it at the time, what else on earth did I make it for?