It all began with a wedding gift. Dignify, that is.
Before beginning all of this, I was familiar with the inspiring work started by Basha, and had a personal connection with the gal running its operations. I really wanted to buy one, but, living on a grad student income (read: savings) with our family of 4, I could not quite justify the indulgence.
When my friend, Kathy, announced that she was engaged, I knew that it was the perfect excuse to buy one!
Kathy had been widowed several years before, while pregnant with her third child. Her impending marriage to an amazing man was a glimmer of redemption from the pain & hardship of the preceding years. I loved the parallel there – the communion with women on the other side of the world who were experiencing their own restoration from pain & adversity.
Beyond the deep meaning, it was also incredibly practical – she already had a house full of dishware, small appliances, towels, & picture frames! I knew that the blanket would find some use between the five members of their house, that it would last a lifetime, and that it would be recognized & remembered.
Nearly 3 years later, it’s still true! The blanket resides on their main couch and is loved daily. [And I have bought many, many more blankets since!]. As the gift-giver, what more could I want?
Forget the place settings. A kantha blanket from dignify is the perfect wedding gift. Not only is it unique – no stainless steel here – it is totally memorable, and will be with the couple forever!
If you want to give a gift that will be useful, artful, lasting, and appreciated, this is it. They can snuggle in for winter movie nights, take it out for a picnic in summer, and use it every month between.
This season for dignify has challenged us with waiting. Blankets have been leaving our hands at the fastest pace ever (yay!) and we are trying to simply keep up. Add extra inconveniences & delays (from COVID, from customs checks, and more), and we have been really exercising our muscles in patience, trust, and gratitude.
Culturally, we are in a stage of waiting, as well. Waiting for vaccine rollout. Waiting for "normal" opportunities to return, for "normal" life to resume in our cities, our nations.
Looking back at some photos from last Christmas, I came across this screenshot from my phone that really made me laugh:
My husband was dropping off our parcels recently, and a woman working in our shipper's office said, "I was looking at your site, and I think I might buy some of these blankets this year as gifts; I'm mostly shopping online." Another employee chimed in, "I'm going to do all of my shopping online, too."
That evening, he went with our kids to the mall to pick something up (masked, natch), and as he surveyed the hallways — with some permanently closed stores, some shuttered from lack of employees, etc. — Wayne's thought was, "I think I need to do all my shopping at the mall!"