I had an especially obstinate skein of Malbrigo that I was valiantly winding from my skein winder onto my ball winder on Sunday. It was annoying and difficult and I finally had to give up on my ball winder and was winding by hand. I gave up in a huff on Sunday and worked a bit on it Monday morning, but this morning I decided it had to be done today, so I wound and wound.
Something happened during the process this morning. I began winding in a pattern and realized that many years ago a squirmy impatient 8 or 9 year old was taught to wind that way by her mother. The memory flooded back and I was caught up in the way the yarn wound in the same pattern as the ball of string she used to teach me. Such a small thing, but it brought a lilt to my heart and morning and reminded me that we are a combination of many lessons in our lives. Some so small that the memories are buried for years.
And, I had a very willing and lovely assistant to model for me so you could see the results of my Mom’s patient lessons.
We are a combination of many lessons in our lives. When you are a thoughtful person, these ideas come to you. When you choose to blog on, even the mundane, every so often you give an inspired gift in a post such s this and I, for one, am glad about that.
Those little things seem to hit at the strangest times.
What a neat memory
How wonderful to have your mother sitting with you as you wound the yarn.
(Malibrigo has notorious reputation for messed up skeins.)
I love that such a sweet memory popped up unexpectedly. I love that EM helped pose with the loverly ball. Cheers my dear!