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As I knit I can't help but think of fisherman out at sea, yes mostly my own. I think of all the love that's folded in each stitch of those past and future Guernseys. The hope for safety. My mind goes to the romanticness that it's not.
It's hard endless work, and those fisherman sweaters were there for a bit of warmth and a reminder of home, if they had the luxury of thinking of home. Probably never got washed until the long season was over...if they had someone to hand wash them.
Now we have machine knitted tight, lighter weight, soft, machine washable 100% merino undershirts to send them out in. Technology to write/talk daily, to get the updates on the days away which helps with the loneliness.
The hard endless work is still there~
I'm enjoying my romantic, days long ago thoughts. Due to my new knit~
