I started knitting to keep alive a tradition my grandmother had started but was no longer here to do herself. A tradition that every new baby in the family gets a hand-made blanket.
As I knit, I like to think of my grandmother. We called her Omi (Oh-mee). It's German for grandmother.
Sometimes I wonder what she would say about me carrying on the tradition. I like to think she'd be pleased and touched.
Sometimes I wish I had thought to ask her to teach me, and I become teary thinking about the missed opportunities to make memories with her.
Sometimes I dream about explaining the tradition to my own children while telling them about Omi and maybe teaching them how to knit.
Even though I don't have the memories of her teaching me to knit, she gave me the inspiration to learn a new hobby. One I enjoy. One I enjoy so much I have a bag of yarn sitting in a closet begging for projects other than baby blankets.
Thank you for that Omi.
Baby blanket in progress... about 50% complete: