Sometimes people who design patterns get lucky and other people who knit or crochet want to take their yarn and time (two very expensive) commodities and make something using these patterns.
And then sometimes one gets very lucky and one meets a knitter whose mind seem to work in alignment with the mind (or what is left of it by now) of the designer’s mind. And that knitter even gets special, unvoiced jokes.
A knitter like this has mentioned that she likes the combination of my name (Henya) and my business moniker – Chicken Stitches.
Here is the story I told her.
I grew up in Russia, using a very different name. Name that was socially acceptable and did not sound Jewish. When I came to US and decided to find out what it meant to be Jewish I asked my Mom if she has ever given me a Jewish name. She said that she did not but my Grandma did. And Mom was not sure what that name was. She just knew that I was named after her Grandmother, but she only remembered her nickname. I am not sure why, but my GM was not willing to tell me my name at that time, possibly she was afraid that on a wave of enthusiasm I might take it as my official name. And as the old habits die hard, was worried for my safety. So we guessed. It turned out that we guessed wrong. So for a few years (GM sure knew me well) I live with a “wrong” name. Then, when I was 30 years old one day she asked me how come I am using someones name when she payed 20 rubles to a Rabbi in Russia, to give me a perfectly good Jewish name, the name her MIL had. She told me that my name was Henya. I tell you, it is not easy at 30 years old to get used to the idea that your name is “Chicken”. Thank G-d for time and a sense of humor. What I found so trying at 30, I later found funny. Perspective, perspective. I attribute it to learning to crochet and knit. Oh. and having 8 kids.
So first came my Chicken Stitches blog.
And then my own patterns.
As I continues to get better at knitting I started hunting for markers that were “just right”. And when I did not find the perfect ones I learned how to make my own. And then I started to sell them…
P.S. For a price scale. When I was 18 years old and worked as a librarian, I got payed 60 rubles a month. So the price GM payed to give me a name was quite high. And there was also a danger of anyone finding out. It would have branded the whole family as suspicious and subversive.