“Did you get the sweaters from the attic yet?” my husband asked the other day.
“No, sorry, I completely forgot.” I replied sheepishly.
Our church has been planning and crafting all year for the annual Holiday Fair which is rapidly approaching on November 10th!
For the past few years, our children have “rented” a table to sell their wares. Items have ranged from handmade photo cards, to survival bracelets, to scented body scrubs. This year, our youngest, Caroline, decided to make layered felted wool trees.
You see, my mom made these very same items last year and presented them to each family at Christmas. The special ingredients my mom used were my father’s old wool sweaters. Now, every Christmas, we can remember my dad as we take out the trees and enjoy their beauty and the stories that are embedded in the sweaters – priceless.
Since my dad’s sweaters are nearly all gone, and honestly, too nostalgic to use for non-family members, we needed to help Caroline find alternate wool sweaters for her project. I knew we had several wool sweaters with which we could part folded up in the cedar closet upstairs in our attic. Knowing he was going to see my mother on Tuesday, my husband went to gather them so they could be washed and “felted” in time for the weekend.
He didn’t tell me until a few days later that he was unable to find two of the boiled wool sweaters I had in mind – the light green one and the fair isle. I figured that I needed to look for myself as oftentimes, things go unnoticed that are right under his nose! Up to the attic I climbed, opening the door to the attic, squeezing my way past the suitcases en route to the cedar closet. Moving a box of clothes that the kids had outgrown, I opened the creaky old door to the cedar closet and quickly took inventory of its contents. Lots of coats of various sizes and fabrics, blankets, pillows, old wool suits and separates, my wedding dress stored in a box still tucked neatly in a corner, and some baby clothes. There were a few sweaters on the shelves to the right, but I didn’t immediately see the ones I was seeking. After shifting the sweaters that were there, looking underneath the piles and on all of the shelves, it was clear that the light green and fair isle sweaters were not in the closet.
Where were they? Did we give them away? It’s unlikely, but maybe we moved them to another spot in the house? There’s still a possibility that they’ll turn up, most likely when we least expect them. In the meantime, I found myself scouting out green wool felt at Joann’s Fabrics today.
We may not have the green sweater that would have made perfect felt; but in its place is an inexpensive piece of slightly darker green wool blend felt that should do the trick.