The Lesson Of The Mittens
Here we are in March, a month that hints of spring out here on the high plains of Wyoming but can’t quite let go of winter. We’ve had another week of that very thing. The sun warms us up to 60 but by that evening temperatures plummet again 30 degrees and the snow falls and the wind blows. But soon…spring will win! So, until then we all carry our gloves and mittens in our pockets, we don’t think twice about it until something happens to open our eyes.
Sometimes a gem just falls in your lap. This story of mittens is one of those gems. Our Kath, who is our expert knitter here at the mill, was coming into work with her favorite mittens and they caught my eye. They were a bit worn and they looked like a crazy quilt with many different colors and shapes all pieced on…I said oh, those mittens sure look like they have a story to tell! Well, she proceeded to tell me a bit of the story and I said to please write that down.
So, she did and here it is…a gem!
” I found a worn place that developed a hole in my favorite mittens, the right one. Over a cup of coffee, I mended it as best as I could. Musing, I counted the darned places, patches, and various fixes. This fix was number 11.
The mittens are 29 years old. I remember when I first cast on to knit them, enroute from Nome to St Lawrence Island, somewhere over the Bering Sea. The mittens have a story, they’ve accompanied me hiking, hunting, chopping wood, hauling water. They followed me to Wyoming a year and a half ago. They’ve been repaired, re-knitted, patched, and darned multiple times. To me, they are worth keeping, worth fixing.
Maybe you can relate. Maybe you have something old of value that you hang onto and treasure. An old car, a piece of antique furniture, or a long-standing friendship or a marriage. Some things are worth fixing and keeping, their value increasing over time.
I know nothing lasts forever, and someday my old favorite mittens will be no more. There is, after all, a time to keep and a time to throw away. But for now, when I wear them, I’m reminded of the value of old things, their worth undiminished by the passage of time. I’m grateful for the lesson to hold dear those important things and people in my life.” by Kath
This was said so well and true that I knew we needed to share it. I’m sure we all have a “mitten” story or something like it that we can reflect on. Kath’s reflection brought to my mind one of my own mitten stories.
Years ago, as a young mother I read a book “Mitten strings for God - Reflections for mothers in a hurry”. With 7 young children it spoke volumes to me on slowing down and celebrating life’s quiet moments, remembering to pause and listen and fill your children’s souls. I cannot now recall what the mitten strings had to do with the book but maybe it was just about not losing the simple things.
I also had an old pair of mittens; they were not knit by me but given to me by a dear friend in high school after her trip to see family in Sweden. They were wool and so durable…they never wore out. They were a bit scratchy, but I used them all the time, they were the ones I reached for over and over again. My fingers stayed warm, and toasty tucked inside them. I finally repurposed those old mittens into stocking hats for the grandchildren's dolls, so they carry on.
That is my mitten story but as Kath said, “it is about more than mittens”. It’s about treasuring memories and people that are dear. So as spring comes and mittens are put away, don’t forget the lesson of the mittens.
I remember Buffalo, Wyo. In 2007 on our way to Alaska with two other couples we parked our RV’s along Main Street thru town and ate dinner! Thought it was a very interesting place. Would love to visit your shop.
Hmm, I just turned 63 and for some reason have been thinking a lot about my life as a knitter. I keep coming back to all the mittens I have knit, beginning with pair #1 knit on a long train ride long ago. Since then there have been hundreds of mittens — from crazy colored leftover yarns, and yummy dense alpaca (lost in Rocky Mountain National Park), mittens knit for shows, mittens knit in cars, and in offices, and in nursing homes, waiting for outcomes and news and elderly parents. For some people quilts embody the phases of their lifetime, but for me, it has to be mittens.
Wonderful story… and reminder. <3
I’m home sick today for the first time in the five and a half years our store has been open. I slept through most of it, but as I was going through email, I read this story. To be honest, had this not been a sick day, I probably wouldn’t have because I would have had a whole list of to do ‘s . So I consider this a God Wink. I’m going to do my best to turn this into a project for our homeless population. To be honest, we don’t get much cold weather in Oklahoma, but it does get cold enough that our homeless need hats and mitts. Thank you so much for sharing this with me! I believe God knew we needed a kick in our behind!
This wonderful story reminded me of a pair of Swedish Mittens (my term for them). The pattern was so intricate that I struggled to finish that first mitten. I never did even attempt the second one, but that single one is beatutiful My daughter suggested I put it in a shadow box and hang it up in my home.
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