A baby sweater needed to be knit. Who am I to resist? The baby is a girl, the first grandchild of my cousin Fred and his wife. I used to babysit Fred when he was a baby. See if that doesn’t make me feel old! Ha! I spent about an agonized hour in the LYS looking for baby inspiration. The regular “girly” pinks were doing nothing for me. In the end, I came back to my old baby standby. Baby Cashmerino. I am really loving how the colors work together. Do they work for you? I mean, if you were the baby, wouldn’ t you just be LIVING to wear that color combo?
Unfortunately the reason that I am knitting this baby something (besides just having an excuse, if you know what I mean) is that her grandmother just passed away. My Aunt Yvette died last week of Congestive Heart Failure having never seen her first grandchild. Oh, MY heart. Yvette was my favorite of all the aunts. She was from Montreal, Canada with French being her native language and she sported a wonderful accent while speaking English. She wrote poetry in French, she always made me feel special. One story, if you don’t mind indulging me.
When I started my period, age 13 (I bet you wouldn’t have agreed to indulge me had you known it would start with that line, eh??) my Aunt Yvette invited me to go to the drive in with her to see the Sound of Music. We spent a wonderful night eating popcorn and watching the movie. This was my first viewing of many for Sound of Music. I love it to this day. At the end of the movie, she looked at me and told me that my Mom had told her that I started my period, at which I then folded my arms and slunk down into the seat wearing a sullen look, I am SURE because I was mortified that my mother had TOLD. That Aunt Yvette KNEW!!!! Gasp. How embarassing! She then told me how proud she was that I was now a woman. And gave me a gift. I unwrapped it, being torn against being mortified and being curious. It was a Scrabble game. She told me that now that I am a woman, I needed my own Scrabble game.
She was right. I DID need my own Scrabble game.
Today and tomorrow I will be travelling out to my hometown in a snowstorm to pay my last respects to the woman who knew what I needed time and time again.