Tuesday, September 29, 2009

anticiparcelation

First off, thank you to everyone who sent their thoughts and prayers to us after Wendy passed.
Your kindness is very much appreciated.

It's still weird that she's not "here." The latest KnitPicks catalog came last week announcing a book sale and my first thought was, "Oh! I wonder if Wendy needs any books..." We're all getting used to the new normal.

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I am having about my Sexy Vesty.



After running out of yarn - oh yes - running out of yarn - but not just any yarn, a discontinued yarn, I went on to Ravelry to see if anyone had it in their stashes for sale. No luck.

So I posted an ISO post and within 12 hours TWO PEOPLE had contacted me!

A very nice woman from Canada said that she had two bags of the stuff and put it in the post last Monday.

I have been not so patiently waiting for the two skeins to arrive and e-mailed her last night to see how long it takes yarn to travel from Canada to California. Apparently 7-10 days (I've been so spoiled by Elann and their priority shipping...).

I am super eager to see if the yarn matches - it wasn't the same dye lot - but closer in number than the other offer - I don't know if that means anything...

Friday, September 11, 2009

Unfinished Knitting

When Wendy, my sister-in-law, first saw me knitting she knew instantly that she wanted to learn. That day, we drove to Beverly's so that she could pick out yarn and a crochet hook. She wanted to crochet a blanket.

She became a regular at her local yarn store and quickly learned knitting.

She loved knitting. She gushed, "I've been searching for so long...I have finally found my passion."

Whenever we would visit, we would share what we were working on with each other.
Birthday gifts to each other always included something yarny.
She gave me the yarn, bamboo DPNs, and a pattern for the first socks I ever made.

Wendy adored my husband, she was 13 when he was born, and he was really like her first baby. While he was still very young, she got married and had two sons of her own, who are now both in their 20s.

Wendy graciously agreed to be my bridesmaid. She was kind and generous, she held my bridal shower for me at her house. I asked her to say the blessing before the meal at our rehearsal dinner, and she spoke beautifully, quoting from The Song of Songs. She danced all night at our wedding. She said it was the funnest wedding she'd ever been to.

And she always had something nice to say. She would tell me that my hair looked nice, she would ooh and ahh over whatever FO I showed her. She devoured whatever my husband cooked for her, especially his breads, pastas, and pies.

Wendy passed away yesterday after a long, three-year struggle with lung cancer. It was the kind that Christopher Reeve's wife, Dana, had. She wasn't a smoker. She endured misdiagnosis, thousands of pills and pain patches, Prednisone, and multiple courses of chemo, each more toxic than the next. She coughed constantly and ate very little.

The beginning of the end was about three weeks ago, when she went into the ICU. Her husband fought to get her out of the hospital as quickly as possible, and she decided to stop fighting the cancer anymore, she just wanted to be in her home.

No matter how much we mentally prepared, it was still a shock when the call came in.

We went to her house immediately to be in the comfort of friends and family and really her - because her house is her. Everything you see is something she created, decorated, arranged - just so, and it is so her.

And it was there in the living room that I saw her knitting basket and lost it.



For me it's a symbol of all the things she'll never be able to finish, and the things she'll never be able to start. And the unfairness of it all is unbearable at the moment.

Before we left last night, my nephew asked if I had gotten my knitting mojo back. And I said, yes, more or less. ;-) He said, "Because Mom was working on a sweater for Brittany (his girlfriend)...and you're the only knitter I know...I wondered if you'd want to finish it?"

I said, "Of course I would. I would be honored."