“Tell your mother she did a great job,” the teacher said. “But how did you…,” I started to say. And suddenly, on that very moment 40 years ago I realised that cheating doesn’t work. She knew. Somehow she had figured out that it was my mother who had finished the pink doll scarf. The teacher had ordered me to finally finish it the week before. I had been struggling with it and crying over it to get the job done. So much, that my mother took the- covered-in-tears-not-so-pink-anymore thing out of my hands and finished it to the required length. I was so happy that my torture had come to an end, that I failed to see the very obvious difference in knitting. The part that I had been able to do was filthy, full of increases and decreases that were not suppose to be there and the part my mother had done was absolutely flawless.
I started a new scarf a few days ago with this story in mind. I do not need my mother to finish the scarf anymore, because I can knit it myself. But, how I wish she could do it again for me. Because that would mean she was still here with me…
Modelled by: Rosalie