“Your
sister wants a black and gray scarf,” the text message from my mom
read. Overjoyed that she requested something I can actually make, I
instantly added that to my holiday crafting list and forgot about it.
Last night, I pulled the skeins I chose for her out of my yarn bucket,
grabbed my hook, and realized I hadn’t actually planned what kind of
scarf I’d be making. Does she want it striped? Long? Tassels? I
answered yes to all of these questions and got to work.
As I chained, I started thinking about my sister and all we’ve been through together. Memories of pretending we were on Kids Incorporated (I was always Renee, she was always Martika) came flooding back with each stitch. I changed colors and instantly remembered the time we dressed up our little brother in a bikini top (neon yellow Body Glove, of course) and tutu. As I continued to stitch I thought of how scared I was each time she had to be rushed to the hospital because her asthma was acting up, and I remembered thanking God the time she emerged from a horrible car accident unscathed.
The memories came rushing in and I laughed as I thought back to when I tried to help her hide a puppy in our bedroom, and laughed even harder when I remembered my mom’s face when she opened up our door to see a tiny Pug puppy sound asleep in a wading pool in the middle of our floor. With each single and double crochet, I was filled with thoughts of her and of how entwined our lives have become.
I know that our relationship has changed now that we are older and she has children but one thing hasn’t changed: she’s still my big sister and she’s still the prettiest, coolest, and funniest girl I’ve ever known. So I hope that when she wraps this scarf around her neck, she feels the love and memories I’ve stitched into this, and overlooks the fact that I completely disregarded her request for black and gray and went with black and purple instead.
Once a little sister, always a little sister, right?
As I chained, I started thinking about my sister and all we’ve been through together. Memories of pretending we were on Kids Incorporated (I was always Renee, she was always Martika) came flooding back with each stitch. I changed colors and instantly remembered the time we dressed up our little brother in a bikini top (neon yellow Body Glove, of course) and tutu. As I continued to stitch I thought of how scared I was each time she had to be rushed to the hospital because her asthma was acting up, and I remembered thanking God the time she emerged from a horrible car accident unscathed.
The memories came rushing in and I laughed as I thought back to when I tried to help her hide a puppy in our bedroom, and laughed even harder when I remembered my mom’s face when she opened up our door to see a tiny Pug puppy sound asleep in a wading pool in the middle of our floor. With each single and double crochet, I was filled with thoughts of her and of how entwined our lives have become.
I know that our relationship has changed now that we are older and she has children but one thing hasn’t changed: she’s still my big sister and she’s still the prettiest, coolest, and funniest girl I’ve ever known. So I hope that when she wraps this scarf around her neck, she feels the love and memories I’ve stitched into this, and overlooks the fact that I completely disregarded her request for black and gray and went with black and purple instead.
Once a little sister, always a little sister, right?
Great scarf!
These kinds of posts are the ones that always make me want a sister. I love my one brother, but it would be so fun to have another female to pal around with. Sounds like you to have a fun relationship!
Posted by: This Thrifted Life | December 04, 2009 at 06:28 PM
Having a sister is a blast, but growing up it was a total pain. I was totally the annoying little sister who followed her everywhere. I adore having a brother too though, even if we tortured him growing up :)
Posted by: Christen | December 04, 2009 at 06:39 PM
so, so lovely. i have long believed that the sort of energy we put in the making of our creations imbues them with power, good or bad. be it food, a painting, a scarf or a piece of jewelry we give it a voice with our hands and thoughts. your sister is going to be getting one super love filled treasure this year!
Posted by: Kelly Snelling | December 06, 2009 at 10:24 AM