Talk About it Tuesday
As a knitter and crocheter, I am always the person who makes things to give as gifts to other people. I’m certainly not complaining. I do it because I want to. And not because I expect anything in return. So imagine my surprise when I went to work today and found a package on my desk.
It was from the instructor of the stained glass class I supervise (until Thursday). This class is a highly sought out class. I schedule it a few times throughout the year and it always fills up to capacity with a quickness. Usually by the same 10 people who take it each time it’s offered. They register for the next sessions as soon as they’re open and if anyone else isn’t fast enough to get in, they get put on the waiting list. I only have one instructor so I can’t offer more classes and I can’t increase the capacity higher than 10 because there’s just no more space in the room where the class is held.
For Christmas, the instructor had given me a beautiful little hummingbird stained glass piece that she made for me. It hangs in my kitchen window.
The box today was much larger. The note on the outside of the box said that we are all angels and that she had made this one for me out of gratitude. It was only last Wednesday or Thursday that I emailed all the instructors to let them know that my secretary and I were both leaving. There was a box on her desk today too.
This is what was inside:
I only vaguely know how pieces like this are made. There’s cutting and drilling of the glass. Like knitting and crocheting, there are patterns so you know what size and shape to cut the glass. There’s metal chain that is soldered to all the pieces to hold it together. I’ve never actually seen this process, only bits and pieces as I have ordered the supplies and seen the students in action on the brief moments I’ve come to the room while class is being held.
I was touched by the gift. I would have loved it if I knew it came from a store, but the fact that she made this specifically for me makes it all the more special. Now I know how it feels when someone receives one of my handmade gifts. That is, assuming they’re telling the truth about liking it. I have done well in the past vetting people and knowing who is “knit-worthy” as we call it. Those are the people we know will appreciate something handmade and will follow the care instructions, since hand-knits usually need more gentle care than something that can simply be thrown into the washing machine.
I’m eager to find a place to hang this lovely angel. Somewhere that will receive good sunlight so I can see its beauty on the brightest of days.
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