Valentine's Day is my absolute #1 favorite holiday of the year. The red, the pink, the sugar- it's simply... the best. It has always been observed in my household with an excess of cinnamon hearts, cards and chocolate and wearing the colour red or pink (preferably both) is an absolute must. By the time mid-February rolls around, everyone could use a little 'lift' anyway, so we've always been sure to go 'all out'. (We're not skiiers, so what the heck else would be be doing mid-February!?!?!?)
This most recent Valentine's Day was an especially meaningful one for me however.
On February 14th, 1997, my Grandpa died. He suffered a stroke while out shopping for Valentine's goodies for all of us. I was 14 years old, and this Valentines' Day, I was 28. He always loved the holiday and it seemed somehow fitting that February 14th be the day he bid his final farewell.
This particular Valentine's Day marked the day that I have walked this earth with him, for just as long as I have walked without him- in the physical sense of course.
And so in true knitterly fashion, I felt that this called for a sweater.
While I didn't choose this sweater because I thought that he would particularly love the pattern or the style... the colour however, was intentional.
And every time I wear it, I will think of him.
Do I love the pattern and the style however?
Awwwww yeeeeeeah I do!
I loved making it, and I love the final product.
|I love it so much that my weird neck-muscle-things are popping out.|
I'd say that this calls for a massive bowl of cinnamon hearts.
|Lord help me...|