Last Friday was an Alfred day, and he saw that I was knitting mittens,
mittens that in turn would take us to the yarn shop in the village.
When he looked at the photo, he said:
– Grandma, I would like mittens like those.
Sometimes the very smallest errands become the biggest memories.
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Said and wished.
So Alfred and I went into the newly opened yarn shop here in our little village.
He wanted blue mittens.
And there was really beautiful wool yarn there – and the colour was perfect, Alfred said.
When we were about to pay, it turned out that the package with the circular needles I had ordered last week had arrived.
The woman who owns the shop was just about to send me a text message to say that the needles had arrived.
On Saturday evening I could send a photo to Alfred showing that the mittens were finished.
Maybe it took eight hours to knit them.
Yarn Shop in Village – A Place to Long For
So… I am unbelievably happy about the little yarn shop.
It feels as if I am going to a birthday party when I go there.
She has so many beautiful yarns and the prices are reasonable.
I really hope she will stay for a long time.
There must be more people than just me who like to knit.
So I hope that the knitting people in our little village will now use her yarns instead of ordering online.
Before, I used to order yarn online when I wanted to buy some.
But it is so much nicer to be able to feel the yarn, walk around in a shop and really choose.
And to buy yarn for children, together when they want something – that makes what you knit become memories for both of us.
Alfred will remember that he got to choose, and I will remember that little moment when he chose.
Yarns of all kinds.
Colours, textures, softness, weight.
In there, everything is there, and the yarn shop in the village is cosily furnished with armchairs in the middle of the room.
Imagine if it could become a meeting place for those who can knit and those who want to learn.
She could keep it open one evening sometimes and arrange knitting evenings with a little fika.
Sell a certain yarn as a theme for a few weeks.
In the past, people had sewing circles – women (and sometimes whole villages) who gathered to sew, knit, drink coffee and talk.
Imagine if something like that could exist again.
A small coffee machine in the corner.
Some nice coffee.
A simple fika for a small price so that everyone could join in.
And then one evening a week when people here in the village could come there –
those who already know how to knit and those who don’t really have the habit but would like to learn.
It could become a place for community.
Conversations, thoughts would be shared, tips about patterns and how to do things.
It could become togetherness, meetings between generations.
To sit next to someone and let your hands work while the words come and go.
Imagine sitting there with your own knitting and just being, sharing thoughts, talking and creating together.
Big thoughts could be born there.
There is probably some kind of grant one could apply for
for just such small, human initiatives.
For meeting places.
For community in the small things.
The owner has a way of inspiring.
Stop, Carina, think!
Now, of course, I am not the one who owns a shop.
And I am not going to go down there and tell her all my thoughts.
But I have come up with so many things one could do
to make that yarn shop become a little hub.
I am going to be a loyal customer of the yarn shop in the village, at least.
And make sure to shop there instead of ordering online.
And somewhere there, among yarn shelves, armchairs and coffee cups,
I also felt a quiet thought:
that here I could actually imagine contributing –
not by doing something big,
but simply by being here.
🧵 AHA – Between the Lines
This is not really a text about yarn.
It is a text about taking a child’s wish seriously.
About letting someone choose the colour of something that will warm their hands.
About slow time still existing – right in the middle of everyday life.
And maybe also about how small local places can become big in people’s lives,
when they are filled with hands, conversations and something made with care.
🤍 Reflection
When I knitted those mittens for Alfred,
I felt that I was doing something bigger than just a piece of clothing.
I made a memory.
And I made it slowly.
There is something deeply healing about letting your hands work at the same pace
as your heart wants to live.
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