Today, I’m getting to wear my new vest for the first time.
I got this yarn from a friend whose Mother had passed and she sent the yarn through me to Project Linus. I donated most of it and I kept some to use on my own linus projects and I kept a little bit of it for me.
I had four and a half skeins of this beautiful yarn.
Look at that label. This yarn is so old, you could only buy Wintuk from Sears. I’m estimating 70’s maybe. Anyway, it’s a beautiful gray brown and I immediately fell in love.
I wanted to make a sweater, but I was afraid I wouldn’t have enough yarn, so I decided on a sleeveless vest. It took me a while to find a pattern that I wanted to make, but this one won.
It was very simple to make and I whipped it out in about a month of knitting during family time (when I should have been hand quilting).
This morning, I hid the last of the loose threads and now, it’s ready to go, on another cold day in Texas.
[And, yes, Sydney, I am sucking in my gut. Bite me.]
I love to knit. It’s fun and most of the time relaxing. Not every project comes out this good. I recently finished a sweater that I had knit several years ago and now, I’m trying to “fix it” so I can wear it.
We are fighting teen acne. Really, I never thought that I’d be the one playing mother or saying “it’s the only face you’re going to get and it has to last a really long time” and “you may not care what you look like now, but you’re going to care in 30 years and in 50 years, and taking care starts now.”
I really thought peer pressure would take care of this. But, it hasn’t and I’m the one that gets the rolled eyes when I ask “have you washed your face since basketball practice?”
But, you know what? Four months ago, the poor child was having an incredibly bad outbreak. It was so bad that it has left a few tiny scars. When washing and medicating with over-the-counter products wasn’t working, we went to the doctor and he’s started us on treatments that are helping. But, I still have to remind her to keep her face clean because it is not a miracle cure.
Man-mom is a harder job than it looks.
At next week’s game, they’re having parent night and each girl will be escorted on the court by her parents. The mere thought of it takes my breath away. The stigma (that probably only still exists in my memory) of being gay parents; of being such a minority with so many quietly prejudiced against us; unknown enemies; it makes me break out in a sweat.
But, Sydney is proud of us and she is not at all ashamed to have her two dads stand up with her on parent’s night. And, if I’m not going to stand up and say, “hey, we’re doing this and we’re doing a pretty good job and we’re not ashamed”, then who’s going to say it? in what generation?
The time is now. The day is today. In the 80’s, when so many of us were dying, we used to rally and march and chant “We’re here. We’re queer. Get used to it.” Next week, I’ll have to step out of the crowd and silently live those words again. Just the two of us. Proud. Tall and standing beside our student (an athlete on A/B honor roll, well behaved, called a “good kid” by campus police…we must be doing something right.)
Be well. Have a great Wednesday. Lane