It was the best of times. . .
(vintage orange leather jacket found at our church rummage sale nine years ago for three, yes, THREE dollars)
. . .it was the worst of times. . .
The scarf I knitted to make a pretty barrier between my skin and the jacket was missing at the end of market shopping one day.
For months I wore a ho-hum substitute, but then I got a brilliant idea:
It's just cotton from my stash, with no lining, and topstitched around the edge after I turned it. The weight is just right and the colors make me so happy.
And the very week after I made it, my little girl said as we strolled into market, "MOM!! THere's your scarf!!" There it was, on a shelf above a flower stand. It was overlooked for weeks by the market staff and me, but spotted by my sharp-as-a-tack daughter.
(knitted from pink cotton yarn and a crazy yarn that looked like string with tabs of pink and orange shoelaces every few inches; I knitted that scarf maybe 5 years ago)
And because I adore this quote and want to give it full justice, not just a playful poke:
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity; it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness; it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair; we had everything before us, we had nothing before us; we were all going directly to Heaven, we were all going the other way." Charles Dickes - the opening lines of A Tale of Two Cities
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