At the end of December I wrote about mending Dad’s blanket. Recently I completed the second piece, which I’ve stitched through this winter.
My Dad was lovely company, a listener and with a great sense of humour. In the last two years of his life I often sat with him, I usually knitted or stitched as we chatted and sometimes as he slept. He was such a positive and kind man, he would say to me as I stitched, time and time again “Lizzie aren’t you clever! Did you really make that, oh you are so clever”.. Due to his dementia he would repeat himself over and over, I didn’t mind at all!
I have thought of my lovely Dad and smiled so much as I’ve completed this piece. It’s just part of an old blanket of his, soon I’ll be dyeing and embellishing another piece of the old blanket, this time inspired by Spring.
Thank you River Jones for asking me about this piece and calling the work a form of memorial ritual.
Thank you for reading. Keep well everyone and enjoy this promising time of year x