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Unraveling Refuge

In September of 2015, I was made aware of Syria's ongoing civil war by the photograph of a refugee toddler, washed up on the shore of the country his family was fleeing to - too late to be saved. The image shattered me. Tiny Alan Kurdi looked like my little boy looks now - my safe, happy, loving little boy.

Unable to single-handedly resolve the travesty, and struggling to process, I turned to knitting. I chose the colors of the Syrian flag, added in Mediterranean blue, and created a zig zag of lace for uncertainty. I called it Refuge - something to which one has recourse in difficulty.

Craftivism is expanding, thanks to the internet. Knitters are connecting across oceans to raise awareness, clothe the needy, encourage the broken... the list goes on. I was just contacted by someone in Germany who asked my permission to sell finished knits from one of my patterns at an event raising funds for charity (to everyone else, you don't have to ask, the answer will always be yes, although I love hearing about it).

I love to see people knitting the world back together - suturing humanity's gaping wounds with tiny sweaters and comforting blankets and hats of all sizes... it's a beautiful thing. Find Refuge here for free, and check back tomorrow for the story behind the Strange Jacket.

This is day nine of my series 31 Days of Unraveling Designs - check here for intro and post list!


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