So, yeah. I’ve been away from blog land a while. It’s been quite a year, and not in a good way. Our family has been hit with a lot of things to deal with, all coming on top of each other. So I haven’t come up for air since the summer. Let’s just say I’m looking forward to a more positive 2015, and hoping to get back on track with this. Which brings me to today’s post…
Yesterday was our local Stitch and Bitch group’s annual Christmas swap. In the midst of our busy and chaotic lives, we meet once a week (sometimes more) at a cafe in town and we vent, laugh, cry, and most importantly, just be together, socialise, and craft. We get a lot of strange looks, but a lot of requests to join in the fun, too. And every year we arrange a swap. The rules are simple: we set a budget, and each package must contain a skein of yarn, a handmade item, and an element of our individual Christmas traditions. We almost always go overboard, and we plan for months. The names are drawn in October or November and only the giver knows who has the receiver, so you never know who might have you.
In the midst of our festive fun of opening our packages, checking out who got what, and squeaing, ‘It was you all this time?!’, I received an extra present. It was a blanket.
This blanket was a collection of individual squares, knitted or crocheted by various members of the group and stitched together. It’s beautiful, and it was given to me as a representation of their friendship and support. It’s amazing what crafters will do. It means everything to me, and to say thank you doesn’t seem enough. Though this next year may be hard too, with its own challenges, this blanket is something to come home to and snuggle up with, to keep warm and cosy with my kids as we read stories or discuss our day. If friendship could be spun with fiber and made physical, this would be it.
Isn’t it beautiful?