Almost a week ago, I started my Year of the Sweater Project Sweater #3. Usually, as I knit a new project, a name will come to me. Chai was an obvious name for the Tea Leaves Cardi (who is, sadly, still waiting for sleeves) and I named my Top Down Vine Lace Cardi “Pink” because that was all Marc could say when I showed him the yarn. (by the way, I am wearing Pink now. Thanks, God, for the rain.) But sweater #3 just wasn’t getting named. The colorway is Currant, which doesn’t make a great name, and the pattern is dully named “Shawl Collared Cardigan”. I was just starting to give up on a nice name for this baby, when I came to a realization. An epiphany, if you will.
Vera. This is my Vera sweater. This color reminds me of my dear grandmother who died almost three years ago. I am not sure why it reminds me of her, so I cannot explain it, and those of you who knew her may be perplexed. Perhaps I just imagine that she would love this color or approve of this pattern. Maybe, in my head, I think she would have loved for me to knit this for her. Whatever the reason, every time I pick up this sweater to knit a row or two wonderful memories flood my mind. My grandma taught me something new every time I visited her. Crochet, macrame, sewing, quilting, aplique, painting, baking, cooking, cross stitch, embroidery. The woman was an artistic wonder. I cannot pick up a new craft or hobby that she did not already introduce me to some time in my childhood.
And so, may I introduce you to my Vera Sweater. A tribute to the most inspiring woman in my life. I miss her terribly.