Life's a Stitch

I found that subject on an e-mail in my in box over the holiday weekend. How much fun, being re-united with pen pal, Kate, from 40 years ago! I can picture the two of us attending the concert at the Pan American Union, in 1966, and agreeing to stay in touch. The last time we communicated was briefly during college. A lot of life has happened over time and I’m looking forward to picking up where we left off.

It made me think, though, how sad it is, that if a woman changed her name, it is nearly impossible to find her by Googling. If I hadn’t have mentioned on my blog that I grew up with the complicated name of Lilice Lesinski, this wouldn’t have happened.

Recently, when my daughter announced her intentions of marrying, I was disappointed that she was planning on taking her husband’s name. I realized that I did just that. I did it, however, because after a life of Lilice Lesinski, a somewhat simpler last name seemed appealing.  I’m a little sad about it because my generation of girls are the last of the Lesinskis. I know a couple who agree to give their boy babies his last name and the girls hers. That would have worked for us. Confusing for the kids, maybe.

Is there anyone else from my past lurking out there?

Here’s Marina, nearing the completion of the body. I’ve gotten past the hesitation regarding the fact that it is too cropped for me and that I’ll continue for another inch and a half. You can see the armhole steek that will require stitching up an inch and a half from the bottom to compensate for my adjustment. I was quite relieved at knit night when a very experienced knitter showed me how a simple mattress stitch will work just fine. I had disasterized the situation into the possibility of some fancy grafting.