It's little things, because I'm a mother and a knitter that make me really happy. This morning as little zone (as clara has recently nicknamed her) was rocking out at the music table
Anywho, I was admiring how she was finally happy for a moment (after some ibuprofen and a few extra layers... teething and cold weather a bad combo for zo zo) and I noticed this:
One of the many things I love about knitting is that it is a person making something for someone. Whether it is for themselves, for their family or friends, or to donate to someone in need, it is a human spending time to knit each stitch. One by one they make something that can be (hopefully) cherished by the recipient. I love the idea of Josh's mom, in the haze of pregnancy (hers were difficult) or in her baby moon knitting away for this little love that became the love of my life. When he was wee, and cold (or tucked safely inside her) she knit each stitch, one by one, to make him something he could wear and I could treasure.
I remember when Josh and I were ordering our wedding rings I was very specific to the jeweler that I wanted him to make them by hand. He told me that if he did that they wouldn't be perfect, that it would be better to have a machine make them. But I want those imperfections. Life, marriage, these things aren't without flaws. It is the imperfections that remind us of our humanity and, for me, make these objects special.
These little mistakes are what make these items real to me and they send me through the roof with joy. Of course, if it were me, I probably would have ripped back to fix it. I think I'll reconsider in the future. Maybe one day someone just like me will find the mistake and it will remind them of the person behind the sweater, knitting each of those stitches, one by one.