Skip Navigation
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Free patterns, product alerts & special offers. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| Retail Store New York City |
|
|
| Retail Store New Jersey |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| Vanna's Sweepstakes |
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
|
| |
Customer Projects - Get Inspired
Would you like to share a project that you have made from our yarns or
our patterns? Hundreds of thousands of people who care
about your favorite craft will see your work. Any submissions,
particularly original ones are welcome, as long as the project was
made from Lion Brand Yarn.
Click to post it!
|
| |
|
|
|
| |
|
|
my mother's gift
Created By: Rosario Rump
My mother was born in Peru (1925), in the highlands of Peru, her ancestors made/colored their own yarn. I remember when I was 5 years old, visiting my grandmother, in the highlands of Peru: she would shaving sheep and then making the yarn; I also remember seing llamas, vicunas and alpacas, I was amazed. I lived and went to school in the coast of Peru, Lima. Our home-conomics class taught us how to knit. I hated it, but I learned the basics, I was about 13 years old. In my early twenties, my mother and our family moved to Washington DC. My mom continued to knit and made some beautiful baby sweaters and blankets for my children and mailed them to Texas where I lived. Two years ago my mom came to visit us for the holidays and we discovered she had incurable cancer, she stayed with me, Houston has great medical facilities. After a long struggle, cancer went dormant but the side effects left her wheelchair-bound and depressed. While at home I looked for things that she would love to do, I remember her knitting hobby, her hands were trembling, so we decided to do dishcloth rags, then she moved to scarfs, then sweaters. Knitting keep her so motivated, she had projects going on, we were buying yarn, just because..., she managed to finish several scarfs, sweaters. Knitting brought meaning to the last year of her life. Cancer came back this March, she was still finishing a purple wrap, I was sitting with her in the hospice, finishing it for her. Everyone loved all her knitted blankets, she was so proud of them, I finished her wrap and a week later she passed away. Knitting gave her last year of life meaning, sense of accomplishment and I treasured every single item the did. I am left with bags and bags of beautiful yarn, so now I am teaching my co-workers to knit, I gave some as presents; maybe one day, knitting will bring them joy and a sense of purpose too. My mother was buried with her favorite blanket.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
