I began my life as a ball of yarn… not bold in color- a soft white or eggshell cream. I was placed in a market stall and bought by a nun whose name was Sister Evangelina. I heard her tell the shopkeeper "This is exactly what I need."
I would be placed in a basket belonging to an older nun named Sister Monica Joan… and there I awaited my fate… would I be made into a lovely afghan or a nice shawl? Instead I heard a blonde one saying she felt sorry for anyone getting me for I would be a rather disappointing looking blanket…
So I sighed and resigned myself to being locked up and forgot about… a useless thread that wouldn't be needed until absolutely necessary… I wouldn't be handled with love or care… I would be forgotten….
Until one night… it happened… chaos rang about the house- making the sounds bash loud in the usually empty quiet place where I was kept… and now I am being pulled out… for the nuns and midwives are searching for something- anything really- to take their mind off the drama involving Chummy.
I was brought out tenderly by Cynthia and slowly pulled apart. I was cut by scissors, and pulled using a needle and joined two squares together. Soon, I was making a row and the rows became more. By the end of the journey, I was no longer a ball… but now I held the squares together. I was needed and I felt proud. But… I remembered Trixie's words… and I felt sad again….
Tenderly, though, the rough words were seemingly forgotten. I was taken and gently folded and placed in plain brown paper. I was carried and placed on the bike (and it was quite a journey on it!) and then I arrived… I was opened and placed tenderly over the midwife whose anguishing journey had caused me to be made in one night… I immediately realized this was my calling, and I snuggled in all the right places. With the soft acknowledgement of her new son, I now knew I had found my home.
Years later, I was rarely pulled out. But, when I was… it was to remind my owner of the journey and the people who had so quietly stitched me together… square by square, row by row, until I became the blanket I am now.