Since my dad died, I have used that bookmark many times, and I have found particular comfort when I use it because for some strange reason it reminds me of the way I want to remember my dad. I can't explain it, and it is probably just the wierdness of me, but now everytime I have a friend who experiences the loss of a loved one, I give them a bookmark inside of a card.
There are two projects in this photo. The tiny project on the left is a pair of hearts knit for someone I do not know well, but her mother just passed away, and a group of knitters are sending a box of knitted hearts in different colors to let her know that her friends are thinking of her.
The long red strip is one of my infamous book marks. My friend should probably take up reading reference volumes as this one came out a little on the large side with blocking. Woops...
From hands to yarn, from finish to start, a gift from the hands is a gift from the heart.
3 comments:
Very sweet and thoughtful Terri. But then you are the sweet one.
What an awesome idea; you're such an inspiration!
WHAT?! She is the sweet one? Hmmm...Mother's Day & your birthday are coming, you know.
Nice work, Terri. I'll take a book mark if you have the time, s'il vous plait.
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