Just got back from celebrating the anniversary of old friends of ours. Their kids flew into town, we got to catch up with them all–I went to college with one of them–and I took the youngest aside and told him,
You changed everything.
I what?
I told him, I argued with that feeling that I should knit for you, going, I can’t knit for everybody who ever compliments my stuff, there’s only one of me and there would be no end of it, I mean, c’mon!
The feeling was so insistent (and he knew the end of that story. It was a vest. A Kaffe Fassett vest) and his reaction so intensely grateful that I’d wanted to be a part of that again. I wanted to knit for other people again. You did that, I said. I’d kept a running list for awhile of the people I had knit for after that and at 182 went, That’s not what it’s about–ditch this. And that had been about 20 years ago.
I thanked him again for changing my life.
His foster/adoptive parents were celebrating their 70th anniversary. Good folks.