Because my mother taught me to say "Thank you"…

I'd finished up a whole 'nuther post for today before I remembered that today would be Thanksgiving Day in the States. As I write this new post, turkeys are being basted and families are gathering in millions of homes south of the Canadian border; however, at this moment here in Toronto, I am writing from my husband's University lab, and there is no turkey, no stuffing, no cranberry sauce…and most importantly, no family, in our plans for this day.

It's just an ordinary working day. And a cold, rainy one at that!

And yet in some way, I feel very much a part of the day's celebrations. I'm not the only one far from home, with no turkey and no trimmings, with family far and rain falling down. There are single people alone today; there are the brave military folks who awoke in a distant land today; there are old people in nursing home rooms without visitors or pets to cheer them today. And there are many, many people in other cultures, other places, for whom this day is, indeed, just a day like any other.

So, in honour of this day, maybe humour me for a moment, would you? If you are reading this, stop. Reach out your hand to someone near you–even if that reaching out is via cellphone, or text message, or email–and say "I love you." Say "I'm lucky to have you in my life." Say whatever feels comfortable to you. Say "thank you" if your heart feels grateful. Say it out loud.

And as your host at our little celebration here, I'll begin.

Welcome, all you who have stopped by this little blog. I'm so touched, so grateful for your presence in my life. Over the years, you have left comments and sent emails that have brought tears to my eyes, made me laugh out loud, and given me a wonderful feeling that you are sitting right next to me, here in this room, invisible presences that encourage me and laugh with me and share with me a passion for needles, yarn, and all things knit and purl.

I am so very, very grateful for the craft of knitting. Like all the other things that nourish and sustain us throughout our lives, today I give thanks for this craft that we love.

Thank you, Spider Woman and all her grandchildren, for knitting, for the joy and the solace it brings to each day. Knitting has given me so many gifts: friends, colour, texture, laughter, kindnesses received, warmth wrapped 'round, a passion for fibre that moves my heart to write words that others find meaning in.

Like the residents of Whoville, I don't really need the turkey to celebrate Thanksgiving (not even the roast beast!). I still feel that deep sense of gratefulness, and even though I am alone in the room right now, I can feel hands outstretched, arms embracing, and smiles shared with me across the miles.

Happy Thanksgiving, Knitting Daily folks. Thank you for who you are and what you bring to our shared "table," each time we sit down to knit and hang out for a while.

– Sandi

P.S. I always, always love to hear from you. Please feel free to email me at or to leave a comment.


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