As time went on and I grew older I had long since outgrown the need for the things my grandmother made for me by hand. The more time I spent away from home the more I began to miss that pure love. During this time I went back to my grandmother to learn to knit from her and we worked together on this blue blanket, trying to feel the love she had given me as a child as we knitted. The skin lines on her hands are the marks of age, and her repetitive movements touch my heart. I made a short video of this knitting process and the action of knitting the jumper was magnified, as was the texture of my grandmother's skin, which seemed to make me feel a little sadness in her love. This made me understand more and more the meaning of home.