{"id":6040,"date":"2021-02-13T08:55:26","date_gmt":"2021-02-13T07:55:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/waltin.se\/josefinwaltinspinner\/?p=6040"},"modified":"2021-02-13T10:12:32","modified_gmt":"2021-02-13T09:12:32","slug":"dear-blanket","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/waltin.se\/josefinwaltinspinner\/dear-blanket\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Blanket"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

As a knitter of 35 years and a spinner of 8,5 years I have produced a lot of textiles. Some of them have wandered off to new adventures, some are used every now and then. Others are used and loved every day. One of these is a Shetland hap<\/a> I spun and knit from Shetland fleece three years ago. This is a love letter to a dear blanket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dear Blanket,<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

we have been through a lot you and I. From a bundle of Shetland fleeces through washing, sorting, carding, spinning, plying and knitting to a finished Shetland hap<\/a>. You had traveled a bit before you came to us. From the soft, green hills of Shetland to me in Stockholm. All four fleeces \u2013 white, eskit, shaela and mooskit \u2013 and pressed together. In plastic bags! I realize the humiliation of that, dear Blanket, but you did come to a good home in the end, didn’t you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once I had liberated you from that horrid plastic prison I gave you a lovely soak. You provided the lather from your soapy suint supply. Thank you for that! I did what I could to make you shine like the star you are. Softly spun with smooth long draw, rolag by rolag into a squishy 3-ply yarn and fashioned through an intricate but subtle lace pattern. The result: A perfectly lovely blanket. I think you rather enjoyed that! A traditional Shetland hap construction in all your Shetlandiness, but here with me in Sweden. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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50 of the around 1000 grams of 3-ply handspun Shetland yarn that was made into a dear blanket.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

We took the tram together to the craft leadership course, remember? Well, just the edges of you of course, way back when you were little and easy to handle. The tram ride took me 40 minutes. Very handy, I must say, since that is the time it took to knit two reports. As I worked my way in to the border and the middle you got increasingly harder to handle. The size of you! Towards the end of the knitting you covered most of my lap and half the sofa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When you were finished<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I made a hap stretcher for you, dear Blanket, to flaunt all your soft natural colours and lacey exquisiteness. It must have felt good getting de-wrinkled like that and straightened into your true shape, size and manner. Exposed to sun and daylight, just as you had been once on the hoof.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nowadays<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

we hang out almost every day during the cold season. You just have that perfect nap size. Did you know that, dear Blanket? Your weight is light enough not to weigh down and heavy enough to feel safe and at ease under. I feel very privileged wrapped in you like a dumpling. You even have the wavy edges to match! Your natural colours and comforting wooly touch make me feel totally safe and at peace as your human-sized filling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The Moder Dy hap. A dear blanket in a perfect nap size. Photo by Dan Waltin<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

In the evenings you are the perfect lap warmer for two people to snuggle under. Sometimes a teenager comes and worms themselves underneath your warmth with us. We don’t mind, quite the contrary. We are happy for whatever teenage snuggle we can get these days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A dear blanket for two.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

You have also joined me for Shavasana in my yoga practice. I bet you like that. No fidgeting, no fussing. Just a flat, relaxed, breathing body to cover.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Do you remember all the indoor huts you have been the floor, walls or roof of? With giggling children, soft toys and cushions making up a whole world for a precious moment. The giggling children are older now, sometimes more grumpy than giggly, and still use you for a hut. But they would never call it that these days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The past few weeks<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

have been really cold, around -14\u00b0C at night. When I go to bed I steal you from the sofa, dear Blanket, and smuggle you up to the bedroom and drape you on top of my duvet. On occasions like these it’s like you undergo a transformation \u2013 from that everyday blanket in muted colours you suddenly stretch yourself into a majestic creation, like the train of an exquisite gown. Shining, suddenly. Beaming. Nights like that I imagine I sleep extra well underneath your wooly warmth. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The comfort of sleeping under a dear blanket in the cold winter.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Even though we enjoy your warmth and safety every day you don’t look a day older than when I unpinned you from the hap stretcher three years ago. I thank you for all the warmth and support you have provided us, dear Blanket. I hope you will continue to keep us safe and at peace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A dear blanket to give warmth and comfort on cold winter days.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

All my love,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Josefin<\/p>\n\n\n\n

P.S. I do wonder what will become of you when we are no longer with you. Who will treasure you? Who will know where you came from? Perhaps your heritage will be a secret to your future companion. Either way I’m sure you will warm someone else’s heart and become someone else’s dear blanket. And that’s the important thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Happy spinning!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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