The first sweater I made (that the recipient could actually wear) was for H a couple of summers ago. I knit out of Blue Sky Alpaca Dyed Cotton (and posted about it here). That sweater hung on the back of Harvey's bedroom door for months, and the cool Portland summer kept it alive for longer than I had ever thought.
Now that very same sweater is on our youngest (who is significantly younger than H was when we wore it). I can feel the dampness, the fecundity of Portland in its fabric. Funny how homemade clothes can transport you back to another time and place. Alas, this third baby is so large that it won't be on him for long. Little C is writing still more of the history of this little sweater.
4 comments:
How lucky your kiddos are to have such beautiful, handmade clothing. We have a few handmade pieces from relatives that the boys have long out grown. I definitely cherish them.
I am so excited about our cooking adventure. We have a few new folks joining. Yeah!
Annie
OnceUponAParent.blogspot.com
very cool to be able to put it on multiple children. I love how clothes bring back memories of other times too.
How neat to be able to have such a sensory and emotional connection to a piece of clothing, and even more profound that it was hand made by you. Truly beautiful. I am considering this recipe exchange thing, maybe I will incorporate it with my Friday night shabbat dinner idea?? BTW...thanks for the post. I love you too ; )
The sweater and your story about it are both lovely!
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