Joining Ginny’s Yarn Along today
My toddler is so very lucky. She has had a generous outpouring of hand-knits over the past month thanks to her Granny!
Unfortunately, I only know the name of the first sweater off hand. It is the Playful Stripes Cardigan. If you are desperate to know the name of one of the other sweaters, I’m happy to oblige by asking for it. Just leave a note in the comments. Thanks!
I’m still plodding away on the same two projects I’ve featured before. The Annabel Sweater and the Immie Tee. I’ve got the Annabel body finished, and even though I did a test swatch, the sweater is tiny. I made it for the size I was hoping to be when it was finished and, well, I’m not that size. It will look lovely on my daughter, though!
The Immie Tee is a few inches longer.
I wish I had more time for knitting, but I just can’t seem to find a minute these days. I have several projects I want to finish as Christmas presents for the kids, too. Wish me luck with that…
And reading? Articles linked by my friends on Facebook. Sad, but true.
What are you working on today?
I attended a small Waldorf homeschooling conference run by Melisa Nielsen on Saturday. In one section of the workshop, we were able to work on modeling with three materials: beeswax, play dough, and clay. As we were modeling, we took turns sharing our thoughts about how we use our hands to bless our children. I loved the mother’s responses: holding babies, tender touches, holding the space at bedtime, caring for baby’s physical needs like diapering, and preparing food. Our wonderful hands are used all day long as we carry out the “work” of mothering and guiding our home.
A few weeks ago, I was able to walk through the Brigham City, Utah, temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints during an open house. I became emotional upon seeing two paintings hanging in the stairwells. As you can see below, one is a woman gathering peaches, and the other, a woman gathering apples.
Painting by Valoy Eaton
Painting by Valoy Eaton
Seeing these paintings in what is considered the most holy building of my faith, made me reflect on the fact that day to day work can be sacred (entitled to reverence and respect; highly valued and important) and holy (having a divine quality.)
Now, as I look at my hands on the keyboard, I can’t believe how dry they are. There are three cracks on my knuckles. There are age spots appearing. I think they are so wrinkly compared to other women’s hands. But, I am grateful they can bless my children through touch and action. I am grateful they can carry on the sacred and holy work of running a house. I hope to be mindful of that as I perform my daily duties.