The St. George's Flag throw began with a vision after a horrific incident. My boyfriend's grandfather had a massive stroke a few weeks ago. The doctors all said he wouldn't survive a week. Don't worry, he is doing much better now. I have to give the man credit, he is a fighter. He was able to leave the hospital much sooner than they expected and is continuing with his recovery. We are all relieved at the turn of events. Never the less, our story starts with him.
I should probably reveal that I am not popular with my boyfriend's family despite my best efforts and two years of dedication to him. It is sad that my boyfriend alone cannot be enough to find common grounds over, but alas that is what it is. Because of these feelings both parties distanced themselves early on in the relationship. Basically I started this knitting journey with little attachment to his grandpa. It is not that I dislike the guy, but I already know him and in all honesty I have only ever seen him twice.
I suppose everyone is wondering why I would commit my time, energy, and money into a project for someone I don't even know and the answer is love. I invested into this throw for him because I love my boyfriend and his grandpa means the world to him.
I readily embraced the challenge of knitting a flag because for years I have invisioned many great designs, but never seemed to put them into action. In fact, the only projects I ever finish are those meant for other people. I hate deadlines, but I have to admit they can be useful. A looming deadline keeps me focused on the knitting task at hand. Without a deadline I end up starting more projects before I finish the first one. I just get so caught up in wanting to start a new pattern or I have to try a delightful yarn I bought that finishing a task seems impossibly long.
This flag represented a new start for me. The chance to branch out in my knitting and try my hand at designing patterns.
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