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Aug 11, 2003 NOBLE GARMENT I am a sweater, cared for and well knitted. I was made with love and am proudly worn with love. I first debuted on Christmas as a gift from Gammie. Well, I never called her Gammie, that was some sort of nickname for grandma or something, but I called her precious pearl for she knew how to treat me like royalty. I give that honorable woman a lot of credit. The time she invested in me was inspirational and when she had finished, we both felt satisfied and complete. I am made of wool from the finest sheep. I do believe the sheep were a direct descent from a king of some kind, which makes me an honorary and noble garment. Not just any wool could have woven me into the masterpiece that I am. Yes, I have a good self esteem about myself and as I pass by other lesser sweaters, I know that I am elite and cohort with only those who think as highly of themselves as me. I first began small and worked myself up to a grand display of talent and skilled craftsmanship. Precious Pearl hummed beautiful melodies as she rocked me in the chair, paying careful attention to detail. Her soft wrinkled hands worked with precision and grace, leaving me breathless some nights. I loved it when she held me up. She would comment to herself and then praise me on how nicely I was coming along. Many nights we shared, sitting in front of a warm blazing fire. Her company meant a great deal to me. Mostly though she shared stories with me. I was being made for a special grandson. He was her pride and joy and deserved the best. Oh how I glowed hearing those emotional words. Warmth spread through my fabric as she knitted away. I couldnt wait until I was finished. Each strand shaped a new sense of self. I had a diamond pattern that exuded class and style. She decided to make me blue, a soft warm color that would bring memories of waterfalls, clear skies, and sapphires. I would represent coziness and comfort. This would be my chance to have a whole new life filled with endless possibilities and adventures. Pearl had told me about the many places I would get to go and things that I would see. A whole big world was out there and I would be a part of it. The best day was when Pearl announced I was perfect and ready to be wrapped. I was fawned over and then carefully folded into a pretty box with silver tissue to keep me clean and safe. I could hear Pearl happily humming away as she fixed on the bow. I was all ready. My patience would have to be put to the test, as it was another week before my big presentation. I couldnt wait to see the happy look on her grandson Jeremys face. As I sat in the box I had a great deal of time to think. I greatly appreciated all of Pearls hard work. I felt wonderful and looked incredibly sophisticated. I was going to a good home to be worn by a special boy. Anyone that Pearl thought that highly of was my kind of company. One day I was lifted up high and carried around for a long time. I faintly heard Pearls humming but soon it was replaced by the sound of a new voice. It was still a lady but it was a different tone and she spoke softly. I heard talk about Christmas Eve and how I would be opened tomorrow. Tomorrow! What a scary yet exciting word! I felt nervous, what if I wasnt liked? What if Jeremy just tossed me aside, or worse yet, decided to throw me away! I knew this was all nonsense, for I was beautiful with intricate designs and patterns. I knew I was the crhme de la crhme. Who wouldnt love me? But sitting in the box for a week dampened my spirits and brought out my insecurities. Pearl told me I would be in competition with toys and books, so not to get too frustrated if I were left alone for a while. I understood about being placed in a drawer or closet but I didnt care for the explanation of a washing machine. I vowed to do my best to never get dirty, wet, or stained. As I sat there waiting, I longed to hear Pearls chatter and humming. I missed her and would never forget her. Finally it was the morning I had been waiting for, my big debut. I sat there, twiddling my sleeves. I took a deep breath and listened carefully. This was it, hands were lifting me and I could hear the bow being torn off. Next came the crinkling tissue paper. Hands grasped my body and hugged me tight. I could hear screams of excitement and comments on my sheer beauty. Words of appreciation were spoken for Pearls magnificent artistry. I soaked in every single word. Jeremy pulled me over his head and wrapped his arms tight around me. He smelled delicious, a mixture of cinnamon and chocolate, a scent very much like Pearls. No wonder she loved him so much! He rubbed his hands against my wool and danced around. This was a magical day. It has been three months and I have to say I am still in great shape. Each day has been a new adventure and I have seen some incredible places. I feel very lucky and very loved. To be knitted by gentle human hands into a unique creation is a rich and precious gift of life that takes hard work and dedication. THE END ------------ About the author: Nancy Jackson is a full time author with works in Twilight Times, Anotherealm, Lost Souls, and various anthologies including Labor Pool Horror Tales, Broken Mirrors, and the Romancing the Soul series. Email Nancy Jackson: coryann93@yahoo.com Comment on this column in the forum. Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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