Thursday, October 23, 2008

Handknitted scarf





Hoy , según preparábamos el desayuno, las niñas se dedicaban a dibujar con sus dedos en las ventanas empañadas. Se les han quedado las manos heladas, pero ellas, tan contentas... Hoy he sacado el abrigo. Hace demasiado frío para ser otoño. Hace unos días estábamos en mangas de camisa y de repente me levanto preguntándome si será necesario sacar las bufandas del cajón.

Todo esto me ha recordado la historia de Marcela. De cómo tejió y tejió una bufanda para su amante, y según pasaba las horas tejiendo, una vuelta más, una vuelta más, un dibujo así, y así, el tiempo pasaba y su amante empezó a revolver en otros armarios. Al fin y al cabo, a él la bufanda le daba igual. El quería un poco de cariño, y bueno, ya sabes... Marcela hizo la bufanda más bonita del mundo, pero embargó su felicidad. Moraleja: no insisto lo suficiente, a veces, nos obcecamos tanto con cosas banales y no prestamos atención a quienes nos necesitan. E insisto en ello porque yo también necesito recordármelo a mí misma a menudo.

Os deseo un buen jueves.
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This morning, as we were preparing breakfast, the kids dedicated to fingerdraw on the misty windows. They have ended up with their hands frozen, but they were oh so happy… Today I have taken my coat out of the closet. This morning it was way too cold for autumn. A few days back we were in our shirtsleeves and now, all of a sudden, I get up wondering if it will be necessary to take the scarfs out from the drawer.

All this has reminded me of Marcela’s story. Of how she knitted and knitted a scarf for her lover, and as the hours passed she knitted, another line, and another line, a pattern thus, and thus, so time went by and her lover began to mess in other closets. After all, he didn’t mind too much about the scarf. All he wanted was a little loving, and well, you know… Marcela made the prettiest scarf in the world, but she lost her happiness in the meantime.
Moral: I do not insist enough, sometimes, we are blinded so much with banal things and we don’t pay attention to those who need us. And I insist on it because I also need to remember it myself often.

Have a good Thursday.

Today's music:
Elvis Costello

27 comments:

Raquel said...

fantástica refelxión! yo tb tejo, sabes?

FruensWerk said...

Got to have patience too...To knit a scarf takes time...hihi...like the scarfgirl...
And Costello forgot about him...Thanks girl ;)
COLD here too...

karina said...

Esti, yus historias me recuerdan a la de una mujer que espera la llamada de un hombre, es de autora norteamericana y tan bien escrita q provoca angustia. Sabes de que te hablo?
Seguro en un rato me acuerdo el nonbre.

Miss Rosenthal said...

O buen jueves!
Gracias por el recordatorio, a mí también me pasa!
Cómo me reí ayer con tu comentario de lo de la vaca!

Esti said...

oops... gracias miss rosenthal por recordarme el día en el que vivo... lo edito... :)

mado said...

rhaaaaaaa.... this is a very very beautiful drawings!! i love all of yours, but this....

Aran said...

es verdad...gracias por recordarmelo a mi tambien. me hace falta a veces. que envidia me dais con abrigos... con lo que me encanta la ropa de invierno.... quiero esa bufanda!

mansuetude said...

i don't know who marcella is... but there is another way of looking at her.

She is the woman who is an artist and in her own hands attends her gift, perfecting the lines of her art the way the ancient japanese letter writer once wanted to make the letter for lion, again and again, until he felt he captured it perfectly. For a woman, this becomes a choice, a difficulty, a decision perhaps... women often avoid it by tending others... another choice.

etc.
Happy birthday to your daughter too! and to you for mothering her!

ChusdB said...

¡Pero cuánta razón tienes y qué forma taaaaaan bonita de contarlo! Besos

el marido said...

Desayunábamos. Tú pensabas en todas estas cosas y yo, de mientras, absorto en mi rico pan tostado con mantequilla y mermelada.

We were having breakfast. You were thinking about all these things while I enjoyed my toasted bread.

Alexandra Hedberg said...

yes a good reflexion. Sometime we tend to concentrate onthe wrong things.

Thanks for your encouraging comments, esti. It warmed my heart.

La Ballena Elena said...

Que bonita reflexión la de hoy, y + a hora q en una semana somos 2 en casa

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Maria said...

oh what a sad and good story at the same time! that moral is so true..

hope you had a good day!

Anairam said...

That is a good story to remember! Poor poor Marcela. Now she has only her scarf to keep her warm ...

itxaso said...

"Una llamada telefónica" de Dorothy Parker ¿no?

aimee said...

oh, isn't this the truth? so often i let the banal things take over my life and i don't pay enough attention to the things that really matter.

beautiful drawing.

♥ Tiny Red said...

si esti, yo tambien necessito recordarmelo...
que lindo el dibujo :)

lisa s said...

it's starting to feel like fall here too... at least in the mornings.
although not enough to fog up the windows...

happy belated birthday to your little one!

nadia said...

i love this! love love love!!!!!

danica said...

Your blog is just divine! What an amazing story too :)

Jorge said...

Di que si R... cherchez la femme que dicen los gabachuás, que no se lo que significa pero se suele decir en estos casos...

Hila said...

oh I do love this! I think your artwork is so unique.

Veja cecilia said...

in sweden there is a saying about just that: don´t let the knitting ruin the love. My mother always says that she knits for everyone but her man!

Alice said...

haha such a sweet cosy wintery Judith ;D

Roxana said...

I am mesmerized by this painting, there is something in her rigidity telling me she didn't quite understand what happened... even if mansuetude can also be right, but I'd rather not think in these terms, however true they might be, art vs. life/love etc...