Is this the one you mean? The purple and gray? Well, I’m knitting it for my granddaughter. She just had her first girl, and every baby in our family gets a hand-knitted blanket from Bubby. Most of the gifts are either pink or blue, but I like to mix up the color a little bit. See the gray stripes here? Doesn’t it make the purple look so much brighter?
That’s how it is, a lot of times, you need to have the darker colors to bring out the light. I made a blanket once for Shmueli — he’s my first grandson — and in between the yellow, I knitted a dark forest-green. It came out beautiful, just beautiful. Everyone loves a blanket from Bubby. It’s my special gift.
I’ve been doing this for a long time, knitted more blankets than I can count. Not just for my eineklach and uhr-eineklach, but for neighbors and friends too. Why, right here in this bungalow colony, you can probably see at least two or three of my Bubby blankets.
You’ll see, one day you’ll come to me and say, “My granddaughter needs one of your blankets.” And I’ll knit one special for you, pinks and purples, with dark flowers down the middle. You’re laughing now, but don’t think it won’t happen. Time has a way of flying right by. Your girls now, how old are they? Twelve, thirteen? Oh, yes — fourteen. That’s right, I remember when you brought that newborn baby up here, all wrapped up in the hot summer. And your big girl — what’s her name, Shani? She used to unwrap the baby just so she could play with her toes. She did love that baby didn’t she? She was so excited and proud to have a little sister. Seems like you can’t even remember it, with all that’s been going on, right?
How do I know? Well, I’ve been sitting here a long time, my dear. I can see what’s going on around me. I see those two girls of yours, growing taller and more beautiful by the day. Each year, your family pulls up, and I think, oh, here are the Brodys. I wonder how those beautiful girls are doing. Shani, with that bouncing ponytail, just so full of life, and eager to get on with it. The younger one — what’s her name again, Dassy? Her freckles add so much personality. You tell her she shouldn’t worry so much about the sun. A little color never hurt anyone. They’ve grown up real beautifully, your little girls.
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