At a time when other people my age are divesting of possessions, I purchased my first cottage. To be honest, calling it a cottage is a bit of an overstatement: It’s basically a two-room cabin, and even that description makes it sound more charmingly rustic than it is. I may be a little long in the tooth to be purchasing a cottage – I mean, cabin – but I’ll justify it by saying that I bought it with my daughter, so it’s for both of us. And possible future grandchildren. It’s the family cottage that neither of us has yet had in our lives.
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For my Mom, it's not the sweater that counts, it's the knitting
My Mom doesn't need to knit her own clothes, Debbie Scoffield writes, but this latest project is a metaphor for her long life
ILLUSTRATION BY WENTING LI
CONTRIBUTED TO THE GLOBE AND MAIL, PUBLISHED MARCH 1, 2018
My mother has finally finished the sweater she spent months knitting – in fact, it had taken so long I was afraid it wouldn't be ready in time. Not that there was exactly a deadline, no event she's planning to wear it to or anything like that. But she's 95, so what I mean is, I was worried that, after all that work, would she have chance to wear it? I have to admit I was also thinking: How much use will she get out if it? Why bother?
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