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Poem: "Hand and Heart, Hook and Yarn"
This poem is from the January 6, 2015 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from
technoshaman. It also fills the "choosing a gift" square in my 12-30-14 card for the Rites of Passage fest. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the Damask & Farce storyline of the series Polychrome Heroics.
"Hand and Heart, Hook and Yarn"
Clement
The blustery spring weather has
brought a lot of dust indoors,
and as soon as the wind settles,
Mallory snags the "dusting" task
off the household chore board.
I hadn't expected her to be so diligent
about doing her share of the housework --
or more than her fair share, even --
but that's usually one of the first things
she does whenever she has the energy to get up.
Earning her keep, she's said, more than once,
and I'm starting to worry about what kind
of background she's had to think like that.
I don't believe she sees it quite the same
way as the rest of us do.
The light work goes fine until
the dust kicks up enough to make
Mallory start wheezing.
I pry the microfiber duster away from her
and make her sit down on the couch.
"Let me help?" I ask, and she nods.
Nobody else is in the room, so all
I have to do is slip my hands under
her shirt to soothe the irritation.
It doesn't take long, because
we caught it soon this time.
"You should sit and rest," I suggest,
feeling the exhaustion in the wake of
her brief burst of energy. This baby
is taking a lot out of Mallory already.
She gives me a weary nod and
slumps further into the cushions.
Mira
When Paige comes downstairs,
Mallory perks up a little bit.
Paige is so sweet, everyone likes her.
"Hey," Mallory says softly.
"Got your homework done?
Danielle is making that
lamb and rice thingie again,
since Josephine's out tonight."
The dish is a household favorite
for carnivore nights, and I can
smell its sweet, mild fragrance
already wafting out of the kitchen.
"Greek pilaf? Yay!" says Paige.
"Yes, I'm done with the paper.
I came down to do some
fibercrafting before supper."
She pulls out the big wicker basket
where she keeps her craft supplies.
"I'm amazed by all the things
you can do with yarn," Mallory says.
Paige smiles. "It just takes a little practice,"
she says. "Listen, I know this is your
first sharehouse and all, so you don't
really know how to cope with everything,
but you've been working so hard ...
I wanted to make you something."
She holds out a tiny pair of booties,
crocheted from a rainbow of colors
in bright, precise lines.
Mallory takes them with trembling hands,
tracing a fingertip over the purple bows.
"I haven't even decided whether
to raise ..." her voice trails off.
"... the little stranger?" Paige says
She shrugs. "That's okay.
It's a big decision; you should
take your time. If you decide not to,
well, you know all those other girls
in the baby class -- I'm sure that any
of them would be thrilled with booties."
The baby class has been a mixed blessing,
sometimes getting Mallory all wound up
but mostly making her less panicky
as she realizes that she can learn
the parenting skills that she's missing.
"Yeah, some of them," Mallory says.
"A lot of the girls are choosing adoption
but others already plan to keep theirs."
She twirls the booties around, then sighs.
"I wish I could do things like this."
"You could learn. I'd be happy to teach you,"
Paige says. "It's just daisy stitch, it's real easy."
"I don't know," Mallory says,
"I'm trying but ... it's kind of hard to connect."
Everyone figured out pretty quick that
she's pregnant, but so far she hasn't
told anyone else how she got that way.
I watch Mallory's expression as
Paige brings out a crochet hook
along with a hank of soft yarn
variegated in pastel shades of
white, pink, yellow, and blue.
"My grandmother says that love
isn't something that just happens,"
Paige explains. "It's something
that you make, hand and heart,
hook and yarn. It doesn't even
look like much at first, but then
one day it all comes together."
She pokes the crochet hook through
the yarn, then lays both of them
on Mallory's still-flat tummy.
"So if you want to love that baby,
you're going to have to work at it."
"Okay," Mallory says. "I'll try."
I'm good at crafts, but I have
scarcely had time for any of them
since Maisie died. "Paige, do you
have another crochet hook and
some yarn to spare?" I ask.
"Here," says Paige as she
passes them over to me.
"The particolor was on sale
so I bought a bunch of it.
Do you need a pattern?"
Memory flitters to the front
of my mind, Uncle Bennie
guiding my hands through
the steps to make the little hat.
"No thanks, I have one memorized,"
I tell Paige as I loop the yarn
over the hook and begin.
Paige is gentle and patient
as she shows Mallory how
to crochet. "This pattern has
some variations, so you can
make the cuffs short for slippers
or tall for booties," Paige says.
"Okay," says Mallory.
"What are you working on?"
Paige picks up a length
of soft gray with a few stripes
of brighter hues "This is
going to be a baby sweater."
"To match the booties you gave me,"
Mallory guesses, her sharp eyes
picking out the colors that match.
"Sweater and booties, hat and slippers,"
Paige says, pointing at the bit of
variegated lace I've managed to make.
Mallory takes a few more stitches,
then says, "I don't know how I can
thank you ... I haven't got much ..."
"You pay it forward," Paige says,
suddenly as serious as I've ever seen her.
"If somebody needs a favor you can do,
or needs to learn something you can teach,
then you do it for them and it balances out."
"Hands and heart," Mallory whispers.
"Hook and yarn," Paige replies,
her fingers busy with the sweater.
"My grandmother says the world
is what we make of it, so you better
pay attention to the pattern you choose."
I haven't spent as much time with Mallory
as Clement has, or even Ham, but
now I'm starting to understand
the twists and turns of her.
Sometimes what matters isn't
healing a wound or winning a fight.
Sometimes it comes down to
making a decision, choosing a gift,
creating something beautiful.
"Your grandmother's a wise woman,"
I say as I work the soft, warm yarn
through the loops of my memory.
* * *
Notes:
“A crocheted piece is the lovely manifestation of a thought, expressed through hand, heart, hook, and yarn.”
– Francine Toukou
A washable microfiber duster helps reduce allergies, though when the house is all over dust, there's a limit to how much it can do.
Lamb, rice, and mint are among the easily digestible foods and herbs. Lamb pilaf combines all of them.
Paige's craft basket looks something like this laundry hamper full of yarn.
Making baby things is one of many traditions for welcoming a new baby.
This footwear pattern includes the rainbow booties that Paige has already made and the variegated slippers that Mallory has just started. You can learn how to crochet and how to make the daisy stitch.
Some people believe that love is a feeling. Others believe it is a decision, a choice, or an action. (All of these things may be true for different people.) Some adults have found ways to fall in love on purpose. There are also exercises for prenatal, infant, and family bonding. Adopted and/or traumatized children may need extra help bonding too. These are all ways of investing in relationships to create loving ties. Finally, love can be something you make. That's why Paige is studying fibercrafts.
Paige is using this baby sweater pattern, but with lighter silvery-gray yarn and the same red, yellow-orange, green, and blue from the rainbow booties.
Mira is making this kind of baby hat from memory.
Pay it forward is a concept related to the gift economy.
The world is what you make of it, so if you don't like it, change it.
Don't have a baby coming, but love to make things? Check out Project Linus! (Link courtesy of
mdlbear.) One Heart One Mind collects and distributes baby hats and booties to Lakota mothers in need.
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"Hand and Heart, Hook and Yarn"
Clement
The blustery spring weather has
brought a lot of dust indoors,
and as soon as the wind settles,
Mallory snags the "dusting" task
off the household chore board.
I hadn't expected her to be so diligent
about doing her share of the housework --
or more than her fair share, even --
but that's usually one of the first things
she does whenever she has the energy to get up.
Earning her keep, she's said, more than once,
and I'm starting to worry about what kind
of background she's had to think like that.
I don't believe she sees it quite the same
way as the rest of us do.
The light work goes fine until
the dust kicks up enough to make
Mallory start wheezing.
I pry the microfiber duster away from her
and make her sit down on the couch.
"Let me help?" I ask, and she nods.
Nobody else is in the room, so all
I have to do is slip my hands under
her shirt to soothe the irritation.
It doesn't take long, because
we caught it soon this time.
"You should sit and rest," I suggest,
feeling the exhaustion in the wake of
her brief burst of energy. This baby
is taking a lot out of Mallory already.
She gives me a weary nod and
slumps further into the cushions.
Mira
When Paige comes downstairs,
Mallory perks up a little bit.
Paige is so sweet, everyone likes her.
"Hey," Mallory says softly.
"Got your homework done?
Danielle is making that
lamb and rice thingie again,
since Josephine's out tonight."
The dish is a household favorite
for carnivore nights, and I can
smell its sweet, mild fragrance
already wafting out of the kitchen.
"Greek pilaf? Yay!" says Paige.
"Yes, I'm done with the paper.
I came down to do some
fibercrafting before supper."
She pulls out the big wicker basket
where she keeps her craft supplies.
"I'm amazed by all the things
you can do with yarn," Mallory says.
Paige smiles. "It just takes a little practice,"
she says. "Listen, I know this is your
first sharehouse and all, so you don't
really know how to cope with everything,
but you've been working so hard ...
I wanted to make you something."
She holds out a tiny pair of booties,
crocheted from a rainbow of colors
in bright, precise lines.
Mallory takes them with trembling hands,
tracing a fingertip over the purple bows.
"I haven't even decided whether
to raise ..." her voice trails off.
"... the little stranger?" Paige says
She shrugs. "That's okay.
It's a big decision; you should
take your time. If you decide not to,
well, you know all those other girls
in the baby class -- I'm sure that any
of them would be thrilled with booties."
The baby class has been a mixed blessing,
sometimes getting Mallory all wound up
but mostly making her less panicky
as she realizes that she can learn
the parenting skills that she's missing.
"Yeah, some of them," Mallory says.
"A lot of the girls are choosing adoption
but others already plan to keep theirs."
She twirls the booties around, then sighs.
"I wish I could do things like this."
"You could learn. I'd be happy to teach you,"
Paige says. "It's just daisy stitch, it's real easy."
"I don't know," Mallory says,
"I'm trying but ... it's kind of hard to connect."
Everyone figured out pretty quick that
she's pregnant, but so far she hasn't
told anyone else how she got that way.
I watch Mallory's expression as
Paige brings out a crochet hook
along with a hank of soft yarn
variegated in pastel shades of
white, pink, yellow, and blue.
"My grandmother says that love
isn't something that just happens,"
Paige explains. "It's something
that you make, hand and heart,
hook and yarn. It doesn't even
look like much at first, but then
one day it all comes together."
She pokes the crochet hook through
the yarn, then lays both of them
on Mallory's still-flat tummy.
"So if you want to love that baby,
you're going to have to work at it."
"Okay," Mallory says. "I'll try."
I'm good at crafts, but I have
scarcely had time for any of them
since Maisie died. "Paige, do you
have another crochet hook and
some yarn to spare?" I ask.
"Here," says Paige as she
passes them over to me.
"The particolor was on sale
so I bought a bunch of it.
Do you need a pattern?"
Memory flitters to the front
of my mind, Uncle Bennie
guiding my hands through
the steps to make the little hat.
"No thanks, I have one memorized,"
I tell Paige as I loop the yarn
over the hook and begin.
Paige is gentle and patient
as she shows Mallory how
to crochet. "This pattern has
some variations, so you can
make the cuffs short for slippers
or tall for booties," Paige says.
"Okay," says Mallory.
"What are you working on?"
Paige picks up a length
of soft gray with a few stripes
of brighter hues "This is
going to be a baby sweater."
"To match the booties you gave me,"
Mallory guesses, her sharp eyes
picking out the colors that match.
"Sweater and booties, hat and slippers,"
Paige says, pointing at the bit of
variegated lace I've managed to make.
Mallory takes a few more stitches,
then says, "I don't know how I can
thank you ... I haven't got much ..."
"You pay it forward," Paige says,
suddenly as serious as I've ever seen her.
"If somebody needs a favor you can do,
or needs to learn something you can teach,
then you do it for them and it balances out."
"Hands and heart," Mallory whispers.
"Hook and yarn," Paige replies,
her fingers busy with the sweater.
"My grandmother says the world
is what we make of it, so you better
pay attention to the pattern you choose."
I haven't spent as much time with Mallory
as Clement has, or even Ham, but
now I'm starting to understand
the twists and turns of her.
Sometimes what matters isn't
healing a wound or winning a fight.
Sometimes it comes down to
making a decision, choosing a gift,
creating something beautiful.
"Your grandmother's a wise woman,"
I say as I work the soft, warm yarn
through the loops of my memory.
* * *
Notes:
“A crocheted piece is the lovely manifestation of a thought, expressed through hand, heart, hook, and yarn.”
– Francine Toukou
A washable microfiber duster helps reduce allergies, though when the house is all over dust, there's a limit to how much it can do.
Lamb, rice, and mint are among the easily digestible foods and herbs. Lamb pilaf combines all of them.
Paige's craft basket looks something like this laundry hamper full of yarn.
Making baby things is one of many traditions for welcoming a new baby.
This footwear pattern includes the rainbow booties that Paige has already made and the variegated slippers that Mallory has just started. You can learn how to crochet and how to make the daisy stitch.
Some people believe that love is a feeling. Others believe it is a decision, a choice, or an action. (All of these things may be true for different people.) Some adults have found ways to fall in love on purpose. There are also exercises for prenatal, infant, and family bonding. Adopted and/or traumatized children may need extra help bonding too. These are all ways of investing in relationships to create loving ties. Finally, love can be something you make. That's why Paige is studying fibercrafts.
Paige is using this baby sweater pattern, but with lighter silvery-gray yarn and the same red, yellow-orange, green, and blue from the rainbow booties.
Mira is making this kind of baby hat from memory.
Pay it forward is a concept related to the gift economy.
The world is what you make of it, so if you don't like it, change it.
Don't have a baby coming, but love to make things? Check out Project Linus! (Link courtesy of
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Re: Help for dust
Laundry soap is VITALLY important if someone has asthma or allergies-- certain chemicals can cause reactions in non-asthmatics, and even traces of the wrong soap in the pillowcase is mayhem on an asthmatic's lungs.
SILK pillowcases are a very, very expensive option, but they act more like a dust filter, keeping the bits of fiber from the cotton pillowcase and the pillow itself contained better than anything else I've found.
Re: Help for dust
Wow. But then some of what I do makes people wig out. They're not used to home science hour just to get through laundry or dinner.
My response to the whole gluten-free craze and backlash? *shrug* You don't need lab tests to see if the diet works for you. Do you feel okay on your current diet? If so, no problem. If not, try deleting things you think might be making you feel bad. If you feel better not eating wheat, yay, you found the problem! Continue not eating wheat. If you can't pin it down yourself, then think about seeing a doctor. But really if you think a food makes you sick, the obvious first step should be not eating it. This is not rocket science.
>>Laundry soap is VITALLY important if someone has asthma or allergies-- certain chemicals can cause reactions in non-asthmatics, and even traces of the wrong soap in the pillowcase is mayhem on an asthmatic's lungs. <<
Oh yeah. They are probably using either cheap regular detergent, or ordinary mild stuff if someone has sensitive skin. So just switching to a real hypoallergenic detergent would help, and that's something else Heron could suggest. I get the "free" versions, and sometimes organic when I can find it although that kind doesn't remove oils as well so I have to swap them.
>> SILK pillowcases are a very, very expensive option, but they act more like a dust filter, keeping the bits of fiber from the cotton pillowcase and the pillow itself contained better than anything else I've found. <<
Silk pillowcase over hypoallergenic fiberfill is probably what they'll settle for. Maybe some high-grade HEPA filters for the house heating/cooling system, since a real air filter is probably out of range for now.
Just keep repeating, "It's cheaper than an ambulance ride."
Re: Help for dust
Re: Help for dust