Jaggy Pokkies

I was lying in bed last night remembering living in Scotland and all our animated family there. I was remembering the feeling of the happiness and humour of being part of a big family. Here’s a recollection which my sister will appreciate:

My Aunt Jan and Uncle Robert got married really young and she wasn’t the most domesticated goddess under the sun, in fact, she was pretty useless in the kitchen and even more hopeless at homemade crafts – but hell, did she try really hard!

When we still lived in Scotland, every Christmas my sister and I used to get showered by gifts by all our family. I mean TOTALLY spoiled. We used to spend half the day opening gifts!

Just to give you a bit of background, we have quite an extensive extended family in Scotland too. My dad is a family of four siblings and my mum is from a family of 6 siblings. Hence, we had 10 aunties and uncles who spoiled us broken at Christmas time (that’s not including grandparents and cousins).

Anyway back to Aunt Jan…because she married my Uncle Robert so young, they really didn’t have much money and so when Christmas time came she spend countless hours making everyone homemade gifts and, bless her, they weren’t really, well lets put it this way…you used it or wore it once and then it accidentally fell into the back of your cupboard and was never seen again.

One year, Aunt Jan decided to knit my sister and me pokkies (you would probably know them as mittens). Well, let’s say she must’ve bought the wool at the local 50p bargain bin store because the wool was a mucky grin blue colour that felt and looked more like steel wool. Aw, her heart was in the right place. She’d even embroidered teeny weeny yellow and white flowers and a leaf on the top side on the pokkies. Not only that, she even used to make her own homemade Christmas wrapping paper and tie it with pretty ribbon. So you understand - a lot of effort went into these gifts.

So, we opened her pokkies on Christmas morning and tried them on. One hand fitted beautifully and the other hand’s thumb was sticking straight up in the air. Och, bless her, Aunt Jan had gotten the pattern wrong and knitted two mittens but they were the same hand! Two right hands. This meant that the pretty embroidery was on the top of the right hand and on the palm side of the left hand (the only way you could wear them to make the thumbs fit). We still wore them.

This wasn’t the only gifts Aunt Jan made us that were crooked or mismatched…one year we got little knitted waist coats which were actually dead cute - however, the buttons didn’t match up with the button holes and one side was longer than the other. Another year we got knitted jumpers (jerseys) with Santa on the front and one sleeve was longer than the other and slipped stitches magically appeared when you put it on.

This moral of the story is…who cares what the gift is or what it looks like or even if its a little lopsided – she spent her time and effort making these wonderful gifts that contained truck loads of love. She thought of us when she made these gifts.

I miss getting gifts like this. I don’t mean gifts that you throw in the cupboard and hopefully never see again. I’m talking about gifts that someone has put their heart and soul into. It is so easy these days to go to the store and buy something last minute and not put any thought whatsoever into it. Its so impersonal. I’d rather receive Aunt Jan’s jaggy pokkies any day.

I only wish I’d kept those pokey pokkies as a treasured possession. They were so unique and so very special. Thanks Aunt Jan!

"Life is too short for materialism, arguments, drama, nonsense things - so kiss slowly, laugh insanely, love truly and forgive quickly.... and for heavens sake, smile, it doesn't cost a cent."