Excuse Me While I Kvell
December 5, 2003
As you know, it’s been a rough week in the Charity Knitting Department of our Northern Division. After fiddling with silent auction buttonbands for what seemed like days, I showed up at the school craft fair with three well-meaning fringey items, only to be told that this year’s Knitting Table had been cancelled for lack of contributions. Sigh. So there were my little guys in a basket, an Island of Misfit Knits. Let’s have a moment of silent prayer that somebody buys them; I’m feeling fragile.
But then, life being full of exhilarating highs and lows, I received some photos brimming with Chicken Soup for the Knitter’s Soul. Here’s a sample:
Yes! It’s Rosie modelling her Jumping Dress. But what is really a balm to my spirit is that this picture was taken on a Very Important Occasion: Rosie’s second adoption. (Her first adoption, in China–have I mentioned that I was there for that?– is perfectly valid and accepted in the United States. However, many parents of internationally adopted children also do a second, domestic adoption procedure because (a) by this point they really enjoy filling out forms and being checked out by government social workers and (b) their child will have an easier time later in life with details like passports and duplicate birth certificates.) So here is Rosie, ready for her date with the Judge, looking splendid.
When knitting this little play dress on a whim, I never dreamed it would be worn at such an auspicious event. It warms my heart.
The moral of this story is: Knit More For Rosie, Less For Everybody Else.