The Grinch Was Right

At the last Knitting Night, Lynn was making fingerless gloves for Christmas presents. I fell in love with them. Beautiful cables and an inserted thumb hole . . . (not the lazy way that I do mine of just leaving part of the seam open!).

But then I got 'the story'. Her mom passed away at the beginning of the year. No one could quite bring themselves to wear any of her sweaters. So Lynn selected one . . . took it apart . . . and then unraveled it. I know, huh! Talk about tedious and time consuming. 

If that wasn't time consuming enough . . . She then took the yarn and she's knitting fingerless gloves for her sisters for Christmas. 

It's probably the most thoughtful gift they will ever receive.

The Grinch . . . and Lynn . . . nailed it.

"Maybe Christmas doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas he thought, means a little bit more."


Until next time, keep your nose in a book or your fingers in fiber.