Dear Gemma

My sweet Gemma, 

The very first memory I have of yarn and needles is about my grandma Maria. I can just close my eyes and still see her knitting away blankets for the homeless in her little kitchen. I was amazed to see how much knitting a little old lady could do and shocked at the realization of how many homeless people could actually be out there. I spent hours watching her after school every afternoon, until the day I finally asked her to teach me. It didn't take me long to learn how to handle those needles on my own. Soon enough I was knitting by her side while listening to my grandpa Giovanni playing the piano in the other room and smelling a delicious homemade dinner cooking on the stove. I was only 6 years old and building some of the most precious memories of my life.

Many years have passed since then. I grew up, moved to a different country, traveled a lot, started a family. Many things have changed, but the love for simple things and the appreciation for what we can create using our own hands and imagination stayed with me. This is a strong connection with my past. The thread ("il filo") of my life that was never cut. 

This is my gift to you and hopefully a tool you'll know how to use at the right time. 

So Much Love,


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