I’ve just returned from a week in Alaska with my sweetie, and finally found a tree in Sitka to stitch up a piece I’ve been holding onto for quite some time. Back when my dear friend Jeanne was struggling with the cancer that ended up killing her (god damn fucking cancer) I wanted to make her a lacy scarf in a brilliant shade of blue. Her sensitive skin couldn’t tolerate wool, but I found the most beautiful saturated blue silk, and a lace pattern called “spider stitch,” which was perfect, since her husband’s name is Spider.
So I knitted like mad and finished this lovely thing, blocked it, and while it was drying started fretting because it had that weird smell that silk sometimes does, and I thought she might not be able to wear it smelling like that. PANIC! I rushed out and bought another yarn entirely, one made from sugar cane that was very soft, but the color wasn’t nearly as vivid, and it lacked the lovely sheen of the silk scarf I’d already made. I started knitting the second scarf, but ultimately, I gave her the silk one, the smell was not a problem, and she was wearing it the last time I saw her alive. The second scarf sat unfinished on needles from then on, and Jeanne’s been gone for more than a year now.
I’d met Spider and Jeanne before going to Alaska with them in 2007, but it was in Alaska that we really became friends, and it felt somehow right to find a place in Alaska to put up that unfinished scarf I’d started knitting for Jeanne. I finally got it stitched onto a tree just moments before I had to get onto the bus that took us to the Sitka airport and on our way back home. Two little girls came up and asked me about it and I did a horrible job of explaining what I was doing. Hopefully they’ll read this and have a better idea what it’s about. My dear friend Sharon was on hand and took photos, which I’ll post when I receive them. In the mean time, I have this:
And just for the heck of it (not at all yarn related) another photo I took yesterday: