Today, friends, I am going to melt your hearts.
Saturday morning a father walked in with his young son. Upon seeing them my first thought is that they were buying a gift for the wife/mother. A gift certificate perhaps.
And then I saw him.
The little boy, Augie, was clutching his beloved knit bunny to his chest. You could tell how loved this bunny was by the number of times it had been sewn together. The bunny was wrapped in bandages like a battered soldier coming back from war and the father had reached the limit of his abilities to patch this beloved rabbit. And so, they came to us, with large, beseeching puppy eyes, to ask for our advice and help. (“Help us Obi-yarn, you’re our only hope.”)
Pam immediately saw the urgency of the situation and promised to take on the repair of the bunny. Augie wasn’t entirely convinced about leaving Frankenbunny with us, and his father looked a little frightened by the idea of a bedtime without bunny but eventually they left the store with our promise to work quickly to return Frankenbunny to Augie.
The results were immediate. Now we knew Frankenbunny would make it.Pam continued to work on mending Frankenbunny even after she had gone home for the night so that a little boy will be able to have his lovey back as soon as possible, and because that is how Pam rolls. She was able to finish the mending in time to return Frankenbunny to Augie Sunday afternoon.
Needless to say Augie was thrilled. His dad was floored when Pam told him there would be no charge. She claimed it was a mission of mercy.Don’t ever let anyone tell you that knitting is not a valuable and necessary skill. As long as there are beloved stuffed animals out there, knitters will be standing by to repair them.