Each time I get the christening gown out and give it a fresh cleaning for the newest baby, I think about the woman who made it over 39 years ago, my grandmother. She made it for my christening, a date which I, unfortunately, don’t have, but plan to research at some point.
According to my aunt, my grandmother never wrote down anything about her knitting projects. She could always pick up where she left off, no matter how long the break. I can only wish for such a phenomenal memory when it comes to my knitting.
When I was a girl, I learned to knit from my grandmother, but never followed through with it. I regret that to this day, the opportunity lost for sharing the craft of knitting. I am fortunate however to be able to knit with my grandmother’s collection of knitting needles. She was English, and some of the needles have metric numbering rather than US numbering. I also have some of my grandmother’s pattern books and some of her projects that remained unfinished at her death. I owe these gifts to my aunt who passed them along a few years ago.
I also have an unfinished yellow baby sweater. It’s waiting for me to have enough knowledge of knitting to finish it. I’m hoping to finish it for my daughter to wear. And perhaps, some day, my daughter will go through the same ritual of preparing the christening gown and sweater, made by her great grandmother, for her newborn daughter. And if I’m lucky, her daughter will wear a sweater or dress that I made for her mother.