Just as I carry on the traditions, I have bestowed afghans to all my sisters this year. Each unique in its style and design, no particular pattern in mind, each created as I went along. I even had some projects underway from before I finished my MBA and picked them back up. They seemed to have a new meaning when I picked them up as I had more of purpose for each project and a clear end goal in mind.
This past one was one of my favourites, and definitely a hard one to give away since I’d like to keep for myself. I can always create another one but I feel it is too perfect to replicate. In addition, I made this afghan with a special purpose of gifting it to my sister. Sister 3 will enjoy this; – well I hope she does. She is quite eclectic in her own way. While I don’t know she would necessarily describe herself as eclectic, she is never fearful to express her own individuality or style, and is not afraid to voice her opinions.
The colours of this afghan do remind me of her; she was bold and would never shy away from voicing her opinion to Mom when all we could do was look on. None of us were as brave as Sister 3 to possibly disagree with Mom. While in the moment Mom may have not liked Sister 3 voicing her opinions, she would later commend her for her strength and willingness to take the other path even if it was the one less traveled.
Sister 3 has a daughter now and she is just like her Mom. They visited last summer and it brought special joy to see how much my niece is like her Mom. I wished our Mom was around to enjoy and possibly have snicker or two for all Sister 3 is receiving back from her daughter as she gave to Mom with her strong opinions. Mom’s Alzheimer’s was too far along to have enjoyed my young niece transition from child to young adult. She would have loved to hear my niece say to Sister 3, “you’re not wearing THAT are you???”. Hmmmm, the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.