I don't have an heir. Oh, we have one for our money (hahahahahaha - whew, that was funny) But I don't have a knitting heir. And it breaks my heart. I am the only one in my family who knits. Not a sister or brother. Not a niece or nephew - not even a cousin or cousine.
Nope. It's just me.
This hits me as something of a tragedy because I am looking backward. My mother-in-law was a crafter (this you know) of her daughter and daughters-in-law, I am the only one who knit and we didn't have much of a chance to craft together. I did not come into my crafting passion until she had almost given it up. However, I am her crafting heir. Joe walked in with some of her crafting goods and placed them in my office and one of the items was a long tin box. I opened it to find an assortment of crochet hooks. Jo-Jo was a crocheter. She knew how to knit, but crocheting was easier for her to handle in the later years. There were also some knitting needles.
A few days ago, I was sorting through one of my knitting needle holders culling the duplicates and those I don't really use. I decided to leave one pair of each size in the holder. Starting with two and going to thirteen, I had every set except for six and nine. (Let me explain these are aluminum needles. Not the rosewood - of which I two complete sets of long and short; nor the bamboo which I don't have a complete set, but I have enough - for now.)
I don't use aluminum needles that often so I wasn't too worried about not having the pairs that were missing. But I went through the needles in the tin box and there were two pairs. One size six and one ten and a half.
Ah. But for a moment you were hoping they were nines, weren't you?
Yeah, me too.
I need to find my heir. That someone within generation next who can take on the legacy started by my mother-in-law's mother or grandmother, which I now keep. I have the funniest feeling it will be my nephew Quin who has the soul of a knitter. He's about ten years old so he's old enough to start. He lives in Colorado, and I don't get to see him that often.
But that's not a great divide when one is cultivating passion. I'll ask him what he thinks.