Last weekend, my dad turned 80, and we had a truly wonderful celebration. The house was filled with relatives and friends – people I hadn’t seen in years, some faces I barely even remembered, and it made me realize just how quickly time passes.
Seeing them all together again brought a mix of joy and nostalgia, but also a little pang of uncertainty – I wonder if I’ll ever see some of them again. It’s the kind of thought that lingers, something I know I’ll need to sit with and reflect on a bit more.
The party was full of laughter, stories from the past, and the warmth of family connections, but it also reminded me of how fleeting moments like these can be, and how important it is to cherish them while we have them.
I’m working on a blanket made entirely from my stash – all sorts of colors and textures, coming together like a festival of yarn. Each square adds its own bit of character, and I love seeing how the pieces mix and play off each other. What do you think?
A scarf made entirely from my stash—violet, turquoise, beige, green, anything from thin sock yarn to bulky wool—knitted lengthwise on the largest needles I could find. I didn’t bother weaving in the ends; instead, they became part of the design as fringes.