When I was mobilized after 9/11 and away from my family, I had dinner at a friend's house who had a hand knit dishcloth. I was instantly transported back to the 1970s when our kitchen was filled with those adorable simple dishcloths knit by my Grandma Grace. I decided I needed to start knitting them again to keep me busy and sane in the long quiet evenings alone. I knit hundreds and hundreds of these dishcloths. OK. Maybe I knit dozens and dozens. But it turns out, I don't really use them myself. So I started to amass a small arsenal of dishcloths. When my sister Ellen came to visit in 2005, I gifted my entire stash to her. I honestly thought she had inherited a lifetime supply of dishcloths.
But ten years later, I discovered that is not the case.
She has used the dishcloths on a daily basis. They have been well loved and well used. I saw the sad state of affairs and quickly dove into Ellen's guest room yarn stash (from the days when I was teaching her kiddos to knit).
This weekend during my visit I whipped up two Heart Dishcloths from Lily Sugar'n Cream. I really like the cuteness of the lace and the hearts. I'll probably knit up another small arsenal for Ellen - in red to match her kitchen. I'll have to look through my pattern library for more heart patterns to keep it interesting.
There's nothing better than seeing a hand knit gift falling apart because it's been loved to pieces.