|Two chemo hats for a special friend. The one on the left followed the pattern; the one on the right followed my imagination using the pattern as a guide.|
|A prayer shawl made for the same special friend as the hats. |
Again creativity overcame the written pattern.
|A special Christmas Tree hat for a special grandson|
And then someone mentored me on knitting.
Knitting quickly became my primary right brain therapy in the process of recovery.
It became a source of pride.
Although both knitting and crocheting involve yarn or thread and implements - a hook for one and needles for the other, it seemed that each one exercised different parts of my brain. My creativity went wild with crocheting, but I felt calmer with knitting.
|Various buttons to make it his own|
Therefore it was quite a shock when this woman stood in my room with her arms across her chest and stated emphatically "This is not who you are."
It's not? If it's not, then who, pray tell, am I?
And that was the question I was in the process of answering at this time in my life journey: Who. Am. I?
|My first (and only) knitted in the round dish cloth|
That night I had a dream. Not in the Martin Luther King Jr. sense of I. Have. A. Dream. But still a dream. One that caused me to think - and still think.
|A basket of dish clothes - plus one scarf|
One mother looked at me and said, "I was new in the area and didn't know anyone and you gave me this...." The others were nodding.
When I woke up, I remembered that dream - which doesn't often happen. And I thought of it. I thought of all the things I've made and gifted over the years: baby blankets, baby dresses, scarves, dishcloths, etc.
A very creative gifted person who uses her talents to bless others.