Push present

Way back when, what seems like a lifetime ago now, I was sitting in the hospital room with my little 6 hour old newborn and I received the best push present.   No, it wasn't a diamond tennis bracelet or a spa gift certificate.   It was from my yarnie sister-in-law and it was a skein of Malabrigo Merino Worsted in Tortuga.  It brought tears to my eyes.   My non-yarnie cousin thought I was a lunatic.

Instantly I saw this rich, dark charcoal grey and espresso stained beauty and thought it would make a lovely man a lovely accessory.   So I poured through ravelry like an idiot the generous soul I am and tried to hunt down a pattern for my hubby.   Then I had a moment of sanity and remembered that this was MY push present.   He didn't push a baby out of his privates without drugs, that was me, ALL ME.   And this fabulous, squishy yarn belongs nowhere else but on my body.

So I knit myself up the Star Crossed Slouchy Beret with a little extra slouch and wore it every day throughout  the winter.  

I never understood the whole push present thing, I thought it was a silly frivolity, but being able to look at something and give yourself a little jolt with your sense of pride and accomplishment is surely what it's intended to do.   And mine cost way less than diamonds.




(Modelled by the most photogenic little girl I know....)