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Knitter with a capital K

April 9, 2012


I haven’t able to post for a little while, due to a crazy schedule in preparation for spring break. This was combined with the fact that I have been battling some sort of illness for a few days now. Thankfully with a little bit of rest, I am on the mend. During the harried schedule for the last week or so, I have had a chance to get in some knitting, and only very little spinning. I finally finished the blue shawl, from previous posts. While attempting to block it (on the bed) the cats decided it was more important to run around like banshee’s and knock it off turning it into a crumpled mass of wet wool. After some rearranging and re-soaking I was able to block it (again) and it turned out rather well. There are mistakes galore, but it is still beautiful (by my standards, which are a bit skewed thanks to the fact that I knit it.) I know the mistakes are there, because I can remember making them, while I did fix the ones I caught in time (being only my second big lace project, and the fact the yarn wasn’t the easiest for frogging large amounts,) I had to learn to live with them.

I learned to knit about 9 years ago. I was in high school, and while I picked it up fairly quickly, I knew of only one other person under the age of 25 who knit. Knitting was starting to gain a resurgence, but for the most part in my small school, there was little to be gained from being seen as a knitter. I was not confident, I was not smooth, I wasn’t even that good. I enjoyed knitting, in part because it was something that didn’t require a lot of social interaction, which was/is a big plus for an introvert like me. I enjoyed knitting because (as many countless knitters have shared before) it is a way for me to give a gift that will not only provide warmth, it is also a way for me to give something of myself. The hours (days, weeks, months) spent on the project is a part of that gift.

I recently made a blanket for a friend who was having a baby. I cast on the blanket during a trip visiting family over the holidays. The blanket traveled three states, and countless homes, it was with me when I was stuck on the train for 14 hours, when I traveled alone for the first time. When I visited a friend who was injured, it visited childhood spots (some frequented by the expectant mother and myself) The blanket saw streams and rivers, skyscrapers and fields. That blanket was knit through reading for class, and studying for exams. Through listening to friends talk, while on hold waiting for answers. The blanket was a part of my holiday season and a relief from the stress from school. That blanket was a part of my life, and when I was done there were mistakes. There were areas I could have done better, could have done something different, but it was finished. I tend to want to fix all of my mistakes, hit the reset button and act as if it hadn’t happen. While it is easy (for the most part) to do this in knitting, not very often does this translate to real life. I left the mistakes in, if nothing else than as a reminder (to myself, and hopefully to the child) that mistakes happen, and yet things go on. I may have Things survive, and in the end it is okay. The blanket is still a blanket, it still covers, it still warms. The blanket was a part of my life for a few months, I hope that it can be a part of the baby’s life as well.

When I knit something for a friend, or a family member, or even as a donation to a local charity, for what ever reason, not only am I giving them something to wear on a cold day,something to wrap up in on a scary night, or even something to hold onto when the world seems to be against them,  I like to think it is a chance for me to say I care about you. Someone is willing to give you a part of their life in order to show you, that you have value, you have worth and you are not alone.

Knitting, for me is a way to show others that I care about them. The hours, days, weeks, months add up, they are snap shots of my life, moments of who I am that get translated into a hat, or a pair of mittens or even socks. These knitted items help to paint a picture of my life, and while I am sure there are people who will toss my knitting away, or who see it as only a hobby. Knitting has become so much more for me. It is my way of showing others that I care.

From → Fiber Arts, Knitting

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