I've been thinking recently about the emotions that can be tied up in knitting (or crafting in general) for other people. The Christmas season always reveals a certain amount of unhappiness on Ravelry when a carefully made gift is ignored or goes unloved. Over the two weeks I spent back home in Ontario I learned the fate of a few things I'd knit.
On Sunday I notice that my friend Sarah was wearing one of the shawls I'd sent her last April so I dragged her outside after church for a picture. It was one of the many things I've taken pleasure in knitting but needed to give away after I'd finished. I don't know if there's anything quite as nice as learning your knitting rates a vintage coat with a fur collar.
My sister, Thea, tearfully informed me that one of her Subway Mitts had been lost - on the subway no less. When she dropped the mitt it fell onto the tracks where it was impossible to retrieve. The surviving mitt sits atop her dresser, sad and lonely but very visible, I think I need to knit her another pair.
The hats I knit Aidan this fall are all in use and surviving their life with a 17 year old boy. He'll need more next year since this batch is being forced to survive carpenters glue, sawdust and general neglect. I'm also pretty sure he won't be washing them since he's afraid they'll shrink.
I think I'm pretty lucky, my friends and family wear my knits daily. I really want my work to be used and not saved for special occasions which never come. For this knitter at least there's nothing better than learning that a replacement is in order.