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We all have knit and crochet projects that remind us of a time and a place where we were making that particular project–some happy, some not, but each one is a story that we recall each time we look at that project. If you’re not already familiar with it, Pattern Journal is our monthly newsletter where we share (fiction) tales of the secret lives of patterns.
This month, writer and blogger Selma Moss-Ward joins us to tell the latest story of a pattern. Selma is a freelance writer who combines her love of writing and of knitting in columns, stories, and blog posts. Selma is also an active classical musician, and the caretaker of five wonderful pets. She lives with them and her husband in Rhode Island.
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In the meantime, Selma shares these photos with us from a recent trip:
My sister lives across the street from this beautiful park in the Echo Park section of LA, and when I visit her I walk with her and her dogs (two dobermans) every morning. We were in a section of the park where there’s a teaching garden/arboretum for children, and I suddenly saw this flower that someone attached to a tree.
Is there a project that reminds you of a special time or place? Share your story with us in the comments.
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Donna Jean Capps
This made me think of my mom who was always crocheting blankets for someone. She didn’t do anything fancy, just a straight double crochet stitch all the way through. When I got married she called and asked what my husband’s favorite color was and she made a nice thick blanket with his and my favorite colors worked together. It was blue and black. Just before she died she told me she had found this nice soft pale blue yarn (my favorite shade of blue when I was little) and she was making me a blanket. Her hands shook really bad and when she was talking to me on the phone she spilled coffee on it. After she died I found that blanket in her things and found the rest of the yarn and took it home to finish it. I also have the hereditary tremor though and when I also spilled my coffee on it I broke down and cried. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to wash that blanket. That blanket…. and any pattern that uses rows of double crochet will always remind me of her.
Zontee
Thank you so much for sharing your story with us.
Diane Wiman
I wrote about some thread fun on my blog Pretty Thread Fun and every time I use that color thread again, I remember the little guy