One of the handmade items that stands out to me most is the scarf that a friend made for me.
I got this scarf one Christmas at least 5 years ago. I thanked her for it, but I don’t think she really knew how much that scarf meant to me at the time. I didn’t realize at the time how much it would mean to me, either.
She crocheted it herself. I think I even got it a couple of days after Christmas. It was a light blue and it was pretty long. If I had to guess, I would say 4-1/2 or 5 ft. At the time, I think it was the only winter scarf I had. It was simply made with no fancy pattern. Still, I loved that scarf.
For a while, I went through a time where it felt like no one cared about me. It was during this time that I found myself wearing this scarf all the time. I was starting to realize how attached I was to it when I couldn’t find it one day, and nearly had a conniption trying to find it. We’re talking meltdown status.
It was only a scarf; I could’ve found others… but it wasn’t THAT one! It gave me the right amount of warmth around the neck, and also had in it the right amount of love.
I also knew I was attached when I tried wearing it when it was way too warm outside for a winter scarf. I sweated and chafed a bit on the back of my neck, but wouldn’t take it off. My friend made it for me, and it reminded me that someone cared when I felt like I was all alone.
Nowadays, I don’t wear that scarf as much, but I still have it. I can’t wait until I have my own place. I’ll give it a hook and hang it somewhere special. I may not wear it as much anymore, but it’s still just as special to me now as it was then… and I’m sure I’d still have as much of a conniption if I lost it now, just like I did when I thought I lost it then. (I tried to keep pretty good tabs on it; those times when I thought it was missing were NEVER good. Sometimes I would outright delay leaving the house and be close to tears until I found it).
Sometimes people give gifts just to say they gave you something. If you’re lucky, you get those times when gift giving touches your heart. I was lucky enough to have one such time. It doesn’t always have to be something handmade, but in this case, it was. That just adds an extra level of giving from the heart.
I wonder if that explains why I love scarves as much as I do these days.