QUOTE : Sarah looked down at the partially—perfectly—finished sweater on her lap and found a smile. “Not even close.” “Pull out a strand of your hair. A long one.” Sarah frowned. “What? Why?” Her grandmother didn’t reply, she simply waited for Sarah to do as she asked. The strand of hair came out with a quick tug, probably nine inches long. “Now wrap it around the blue yarn.” Still not understanding, Sarah did as her grandmother directed. “Now knit a row.” Even though she was still wondering what was going on, Sarah followed Olive’s directions once more. Her grandmother didn’t say anything else until she made it to the end of the row. “There’s a knitting superstition that if you knit one of your own hairs into a garment, it will bind the recipient to you forever.