Throughout every day, come, rain, shine, light and dark, through the passing of the days…
I think maybe, I was born to be the coat of the animal I think they call a lamb.
We had so many advantages, staying close to mum, then sometimes after feeding, jumping around with friends, and having so much fun.
Time passed, and I grew. I was know longer small.
One day, the nice man that fed the lambs came. This time, he made all the lambs line up. I could hear a nasty noise I had never heard before, then he held me in strange position. I felt tugging, and pulling.
He let me go. Suddenly very cold, the flock met up with their friends, looking at each other they said, “Where have our beautiful coats gone….?”
That night, I was picked up. The next day I was cleaned, washed, sorted, and put into a machine, where it made me into different coloured wool.
Later I got packed, up and sent to this place they call a shop.
A lady, came into the shop, she was stunningly dressed. She picked me up, “This is a really beautiful colour and the texture is just what I am looking for”, she said. Her name was Hope
Once home, Hope sat down, so excited, full of love, and enthusiasm. She picked up her knitting needles and fastened on the first stitch. It was dark by the time she looked up at the clock. Hope was knitting some tiny shoes for her grand daughter. Later they would be followed by a cardigan, and a dress suit.
Her granddaughter was unique, precious, and beautiful, and needed to be dressed with love, in stunning clothes.
She already had 6 different coloured knitted blankets, nicely folded, on the table behind her. Once finished, her smile was beaming as she presented her homemade gift to her son, and later she watched her granddaughter being dressed in them. They fitted just right, and their colour made the babies eyes shine so bright. And there was still a little room for growth.
Now back home, Hope sat down on her special knitting chair, she was so overwhelmed with pleasure, some would say fit to burst, in more ways than one: she had enjoyed spending time with family and adoring her grandchild, in her special clothes that everyone liked. In the back of her mind, she had initially been worried, for these gifts couldn't be exchanged or taken back.
Suddenly, Hope’s phone alarm went off, “Gosh is that the time?!” she said. She slowly got up and put the food she had prepared in the oven. Whilst she was waiting, she sat back down on her knitting chair, and took out her bag. One by one, she pulled out, with surprise, odd ends of different coloured balls….
Laid out in front of her in a big line, “Gosh you are breeding! Where have these all come from? What, am I going to do with them all! They are no use to me now”, she said.
As she was putting the balls back in the bag, she suddenly remembered some special places that would take used wool.
She had been to a talk given by a lady called Susie Hart, who ran a charity called Craft Aid International. Quickly, looking in her handbag, she pulled out her leaflet that she had picked up. “Oh that's right”, she thought. “At the end of her talk, she said that lots of the things created by the differently-able participants are made from recycled items. She would love to be given useable, unwanted craft items, especially wool.”
Next day, she dropped it off to a grateful Susie, who made her very welcome, and over a drink of tea, they had a chat. Susie told her all about Craft Aid International, and the craft sessions they ran. Hope left very contented, and decided she might try and go to a craft session, where she could meet new friends. With all the craft equipment provided, she would never have to worry, as her money was a bit tight.
Whilst there, Hope was taught how to make attractive gifts and how to support the disabled participants, happily knowing that it was a brilliant cause that would see her work put to full use. With hand on heart, she knew 100% of the money made from selling the gifts went straight back to the charity to help in different ways.
I suddenly found myself in a big box with lots of other wools, the lady carried us into a bright room filled with lots of noise. Later I was picked out by soft hands, and slowly wrapped around and around, then cut, tied, pulled, and rolled in someone’s hands to form a ball. Then held up with pride. “Gosh that is a good Pom Pom, I just love those colours.”
Just in that month alone, lots of different size Pom poms, all of amazing different colours were made. Mostly out of odd ends of wool like me. I was then paired with a few friends, and sewed onto something, I think it was what you call a ‘stocking’. My friends were sewed onto cushions, and others were just put up, so they could be admired, and some as decorations, sewn onto special hats and scarves. Or even made into things like animals and a snowman!
So many stories could be told, but let's just say, from a little piece of unwanted wool, I became many things. I became alive again, was given a purpose and lots of love, able to make an impression on the future, and even keeping up with the fashion trend! Anyone who was anyone had a Pom Pom of some kind somewhere on them. Some even tied onto handbags.
Please if you don’t remember anything else from my story, please do not throw your unwanted wool in the bin. Please hand it over to me or other charity shops.
So it can be alive again, given a sense of purpose, and make an impact on the future. From tiny pieces of wool, unimaginable gifts can be made. For one person’s rubbish is another man’s treasure.