I went to the post office today and mailed a couple of things.
First, I sent off this little guy to my friend in New Zealand. Many thanks to Bittersweet for posting the directions to make it. He was fun and quick to knit, and came out just adorable — but he also ended up being roughly 6" tall, which was too big for my original intent — so off he goes to Kim in Kiwi-land.
I also mailed my square for the "You Are The Chosen One" art project to local artist Seann McKeel.
Here is the statement I wrote to go with it:
I have a friend who lives in New Zealand. We share a birthday, although she is a year younger than me. We “met” online, through a website and a shared love of cats and humor. I was able to meet her in person when my husband and I visited NZ a couple of years ago. I always thought I’d see her again when we go back someday, or when she visited the States, but I’m not going to get that chance.
She is going to die soon of metastatic breast cancer, probably within a few months, at the age of 41.
So I have knitted my square in her honor. I knitted in a pocket, and made a button from a piece of shell that I brought back from our trip. I had some different ideas about what to put in that pocket, but I have decided to leave it empty, to represent the cure that does not exist; the years of life that she will not have; and the friendship that I will miss greatly when she is gone.
Thank you for the opportunity to participate in your project, and I look forward to seeing it when it is finished. I hope to be able to send Kim a picture so she can see “her” square.
TessM, for KimKiwi
Once upon a time, Kim asked me if she could pay me to knit her some hats for her upcoming chemotherapy. As I told her then, my personal knitting is never available for purchase — I only knit for special people who deserve special things that are knit specially for them.
And now, I has a big sad, and feel like I'm going to throw up. 🙁
Monday June 27 ETA: Kim's condition deteriorated rapidly over the weekend and she died peacefully late Sunday night.
A few days later, I got a note from her dear friend Marco that said, "The scarfy Kiwi accompanied Kim into the crematorium along with flowers and a personal note from me for our next encounter." I am touched that he thought it was worthy to go along for the ride.