Us What They Wanted Was

Man oh Manischewitz, I hate those year-end lists. Ten worst cheese platters! One hundred one best missing planes! Seventy-seven hams to wear before you die! Thing is: folks sent me art supplies. This is what I did with them.

cat blankets These go to Georg or to a shelter with which Georg is in contact.

baby blankets A hospital near me has a baby blanket project. A friend coordinates. I try to make blankets early in the year or if I have a long car trip or a lengthy illness. You know: if I’m sitting, I’m knitting and I buy special yarn for this.

scarves There are a number of projects that ask for scarves. I send or deliver them all over the place. Mostly, I buy yarn for this that I think will be fun and soft to wear.

hats Several agencies ask for hats for infants, children and adults. Infant hats are quick to crochet, but I’m still learning adult hats. Mine are still a little odd.

In 2014, 51 blankets went to animal shelters, bringing us to 255 total knitted and crocheted blankets.

Three baby blankets went to the hospital project.

Twenty scarves went to the men’s shelter. Whew! I thought my fingers would fall off!

Eight hat/scarf pairs went to clients of the unnamed university’s annual community outreach project.

Two hats went to the Purple Hat Project.

Along the way, there were other requests for help that surprised me. I turned out a thing here and something else there, but forgot about them immediately, which means I will have the nerve to be surprised again next year. The soup kitchen in New Brunswick asked for scarves, hats and gloves for all kinds of people. I ran out of time and didn’t get to that in 2014, but in the next few weeks, I’m hoping to narrow down ways to contribute and when that would be useful for them.

Thanks for sending yarn and trusting me not to knit car cozies. In new news: I now have a sewing machine but not much skill. Auntie InExcelsisDeo gave me bags of fabric scraps. Making cat blankets is excellent practice in sewing straight lines. I’m terrible at it! Cats don’t care!

One Seems To Hear Words

Yesterday, the unnamed university's hunger project wrapped up; for half an hour, I was a middle-aged woman walking up and down the avenue with a hand truck. The Devil is in the details and, though I was overjoyed to be finished, I would have been happier riding in a litter, holding a cocktail.

Yesterday, the unnamed university’s hunger project wrapped up; for half an hour, I was a middle-aged woman walking up and down the avenue with a hand truck. The Devil is in the details and, though I was overjoyed to be finished, I would have been happier riding in a litter, holding a cocktail.