“I’m just going to stay here and knit with Grandma.” That’s Ella’s response to suggestions to do almost anything.
So here we sit. Across from each other. Talking about how much she loves Saturna Island, the Lodge, her brother Silas, her school, learning to speak SENCOTEN, playing soccer and most of all knitting.
“I’m your knitting partner,” she says. And she is.
Ella was born with the knitting gene.
At 10 years old her needles click in her hands while she looks around, giggles and talks. Like her great grandma, Laura Olsen, I’m sure she could knit with her eyes closed.
Ella doesn’t knit what she’s told or knit from a pattern. She designs what she knits. She amends it as she goes. She adds colours and stitches depending on what she sees emerging. She designed and knit the skirt she wore on her first day of school in grade one.
This weekend it was all about the hat. She had to have a hat.
“I’ll knit one for myself if you tell me how,” she said.
She tried on all the hats on the table and knew exactly which one was perfect for her.
“It’s yours,” I said. “A gift from me.”
But Ella is really the gift. To me. To the world.