Knitted love

This made me cry - which is not very difficult, but still. Via greguerias y paraphernalia, which I discovered today. Apparently there's someone else who mixes knitting and tango in London enough to have both on a blog (the tango is just in the links). It's in Spanish. The blog, not the video. The video is in Yorkshire.



Except that I don't really care for the ending, in part 2. It feels false. And I wish they could have found a better way to show just how much work there is in a piece like that, and how long it's already taken her before she gets to the part in black. It must be well over six feet long. And it's also, let me point out, well-made and beautiful.

It reminds me of that poem translated from the Irish that goes, in part:

O Donal Oge, if you go across the sea,
Bring myself with you and do not forget it;
And you will have a sweetheart for fair days and market days,
And the daughter of the King of Greece beside you at night ...

You promised me a thing that was hard for you,
A ship of gold under a silver mast;
Twelve towns with a market in all of them
And a fine white court by the side of the sea ...

O Donal Oge, it is I would be better to you
Than a high, proud, spendthrift lady:
I would milk the cow; I would bring help to you;
And if you were hard pressed, I would strike a blow for you.

Of course we know that he never comes back. We can only hope no-one ever made him a proper gansey, either.