I organised a little dinner at my place this past weekend. It was meant as an early holiday get-together before everyone disperses to their home countries for the festivities, but as several of the guests had been unavailable on my brithday, the dinner somehow turned into a belated birthday celebration as well. A very dear friend of mine showed up with a cutely packaged parcel which I received happily. (After all, gifts are always fun.) But what was inside nearly brought me to tears.
A pair of home-made slippers. Hand-knitted. Specifically for me.
They are beautiful, and comfortable, and warm, and squishy, and just PERFECT.
My friend worried about handing them over, she was afraid I would notice the mistakes she had made, she went on about how she has been knitting for a far shorter time than me… I did not hear or see any of it. They were perfect. But it was more than that. What she gave me was not just a pair of perfect slippers. She gave me the experience of feeling what it’s like to be on the other side of the act that I rejoice in so much – knitting, in secret, a special something which is made just right for a specific person, with them in mind the whole time, through the planning, the choosing, the matching, and the making.
It was a magical feeling. Thank you, Mirna, for the best gift ever.