I love my couch. I upgraded my original couch two years ago, with the plan in mind to have a couch that the whole family could lounge on.
Comfy couches bring families together.
When I’m on the couch, it’s really important to me to have a little blanket. It is less important in the summer, but non-negotiable in the winter
I recently bought a knitted blanket. We’d had a number of fuzzy blankets over the years, but when I saw this blanket, I figured it was worth adding to the couch blanket wardrobe.
“This blanket was made by someone’s hands,” I said to Chris. “But by the time we bought it, those hands were probably gone.”
If someone was selling it, it’s likely that the person who sold this blanket did not even know the hands that knitted this cozy blanket.
Yet I can feel how someone made this blanket, with care.
“The garage is made by a person’s hands too. There are a ton of places in this whole house that were made by hands.”
Back in the 1950s, that was how things were done. Almost 70 years ago, strong careful hands built this house.
And we don’t know whose hands they were.
I can romanticize the woman who knit my new (old) blanket. Maybe it wasn’t even a woman!
I can see how the pattern came together. I wonder if she was making for someone. I wonder if she was learning how to knit, and this blanket was her first big project.
Maybe she hated making this blanket. Maybe there is a spot–if I only knew how to see it!–that she realized she’d gotten it wrong and had to pull out 3 hours of stitches.
That’s the sort of thing a real human does.
I have some pants I picked up at the thrift store. They are factory made, and I call them my left-handed pants. The zipper enclosure is facing the wrong way. If I were left-handed it would be perfect.
But they ended up as factory rejects, and came into a thrift store, and because they were the right size and caught my eye, I now have left handed pants.
They are comfortable enough, but a little awkward to zip.
This hand-made blanket though, I am pretty sure had some errors that were corrected. And even if THIS blanket were error free in the making, the master craftsperson that made it had made some errors in projects of the past. Those errors factored into this blanket
All the mistakes that led to the perfection.
Imagining the hands feels good to me. Those hands cared about what they were doing. Somehow that care, which was put into the blanket, makes it feel extra cozy.