Way back when, what seems like a lifetime ago now, I was sitting in the hospital room with my little 6 hour old newborn and I received the best push present. No, it wasn't a diamond tennis bracelet or a spa gift certificate. It was from my yarnie sister-in-law and it was a skein of Malabrigo Merino Worsted in Tortuga. It brought tears to my eyes. My non-yarnie cousin thought I was a lunatic.
Instantly I saw this rich, dark charcoal grey and espresso stained beauty and thought it would make a lovely man a lovely accessory. So I poured through ravelry like
an idiot the generous soul I am and tried to hunt down a pattern for my hubby. Then I had a moment of sanity and remembered that this was MY push present. He didn't push a baby out of his privates without drugs, that was me, ALL ME. And this fabulous, squishy yarn belongs nowhere else but on my body.
So I knit myself up the Star Crossed Slouchy Beret with a little extra slouch and wore it every day throughout the winter.
I never understood the whole push present thing, I thought it was a silly frivolity, but being able to look at something and give yourself a little jolt with your sense of pride and accomplishment is surely what it's intended to do. And mine cost way less than diamonds.
(Modelled by the most photogenic little girl I know....)
