knit-picky

I had a few lovely patients tonight, one of which the most important thing you need to know was that she was, despite her relatively advanced age, a recent acolyte to the ranks of knitting.

She proudly showed me all her little skeins of cotton yarn, and the dish cloths she was making, and rambled on about how she had made two baby blankets for her grandchild and great-grandchild, and how "even if they didn't ever use them, I still feel good that I made them something."

I don't know why this kind of thing charms me about patients, but it does.