Last week, I was introduced to Carol - a lively, 80 year old Grandma. When Carol came to see me, she was very excited about the recent news that her Grand daughter is expecting her first baby - Carol's first great grand child - in March.
With her, Carol had a plastic bag filled with her Mother's knitting things. Yarn, needles and the un-joined pieces of a small, white, hand-knit, baby outfit.
Since her Mom passed away in 1995 and for several years before that was too unwell to knit, Carol struggles to imagine when -and for which baby- her Mother might have knit the little outfit. But, with the next generation on the way, Carol really wants to see the baby wear her Mother's handiwork. "After all', she emphatically told me, in case my genealogical math was poor, "that would be the baby's Great Great Grandma!"
Carol asked if I might be able to sew the pieces together, knit a picot edge around the neck and affix some type of closure. "'Not ribbons - my Grand daughter hates ribbons".
Once my 50th Anniversary Sweater was finished, I gathered up the little pieces and spent a lovely couple of evenings sewing them together, thinking of babies and the wonder of knitting that crosses generations to bring love from a Great Great Grandma known to the baby only through stories.
There are, as requested, no ribbons, but rather three little pearl buttons for closure and a picot edge around the neck. The bonnet, - since I am now so good at it - has an I-Cord tie.