I’m sure you are crazy busy.  Who isn’t, right?  But I thought I’d ask you anyway… would you consider knitting a hat or scarf (or both) to be donated to those in need this Christmas?
I’ve recently joined Knittogether, an affiliate ministry of Hope for New York.  This group has been knitting since 2006 to provide both physical and spiritual warmth for those in need.  Some of the impressive ladies in the group are churning out an entire scarf and hat set every week.  I, on the other hand, am much, much slower with those knitting needles.  And so, as the holiday deadline approaches and everyone steps up their efforts, I decided to reach out to my friends to see if anyone wants to help out.
Interested?
  • If you’d like to join the group, we meet every first Tuesday of the month in Midtown, NYC.  You can e-mail hfny.knittogether@gmail.com for more details.  There is yarn available at the monthly meeting for you to use or you can knit from your own stash.
  • If you prefer to knit on your own, I’m happy to collect your donations for you.  You can contact me (Val) at stitchedtribeca@gmail.com.  Hats and scarves can be knitted with simple or fancier patterns.  The only specification is that scarves should be about 6 feet long.  Although we knit for both men and women, I believe there is a greater need for things to distribute to men.  We’ll be wrapping and making cards in early December, so I’ll need your finished items by, say, the end of November.
Recipients of  items made by the Knittogether crew include the homeless, teen moms, those rescued from trafficking, AIDS patients and orphanages.
There was a time when I was skeptical about the impact of a homemade gift.  Yarn can be expensive and knitting is time consuming.  I thought to myself, wouldn’t it be more efficient and economical to donate store bought items?  Does it really matter to anyone whether you made the item or bought it?
But shortly after the birth of my second son, I received a gift that changed my heart completely.  My husband worked long hours, my older son was still just a toddler.  I managed fine, but often felt worn out and very much alone.  Then one day, a church acquaintance sent her husband from her tip of Manhattan (Washington Heights) down to mine (Battery Park City).  He came bearing a giant brown paper bag full of a home cooked meal.  A pan of lasagna.  A tossed green salad.  A bottle of dressing.  Freshly baked cookies.  And even a little gift for my feeling-left-out toddler.  I was so touched by her taking the time to cook for me and his hauling it down to me, that I nearly burst into tears when receiving it.  In that moment, I knew that someone had thought of me and cared enough to make something for me.  
Handmade.  Homemade.  I believe it makes a difference.
Would you like to help?