Sunday, 21 November 2010


i have very few things of my paternal grandmother. but i have one thing. something she probably used almost daily. something i use almost daily.

i am the granddaughter who knits. perhaps to everyone's surprise.

and as i sit and i knit, i contemplate and i pray, and i feel connected to those who have taken time and marked it with stitches.

have measured it in centimetres and inches.

have said i love you, with their hands, stitching love.

the silver seashell measure, once my namesake's, now measures my love in centimetres and inches.

photos: the beginnings of a.b.barton's christmas jumper

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