Bitches Get Stitches

when i worked at natural stitches,
an old, sickly woman would come in a knit.

her name was mattie.

mattie was wheelchair bound
blind in (at least) one eye,
and on dialysis 3 times a week.

she would save up her transportation tickets from her senior center
so she could come, hang out with us,
and we could help her with her projects.

she was always happy
and slightly outrageous.
i always had to help fix her ribbing.
now and then, i’d get roped into running to mcdonalds
to buy her a small fry. (with her coupon, of course)

she always made sure her nails were done, her makeup was on,
and always wore her “good wig” when she came to the shop.

sometimes her leg would pop off as she wheeled across the store to her table and we’d have to hand it back to her. sometimes she’d put it back on. other times, she’d simply plop it on the table and keep on stitching.

i recently found out that she passed away;
they blogged about it on the shop blog.

in honor of mattie i am going to reveal a photo.
it is not the most flattering photo;
the outfit i’m wearing is . . .

special.

it was given as a thank you to my friend yvonne.
when we opened, i couldn’t resist modeling it.
for the most part,
the photo has been suppressed

that is, until now.
(post continued after the jump)

mattie,
i’ll never forget you.
wherever you are, i’m sure you’ve finally mastered k2p2 ribbing.

photo courtesy of natural stitches

steven

p.s. yvonne, if you read this, do post the details surrounding the outfit in the comments!