I picked up a knitting project this week. I knew I would have some free time on Friday while the rest of my family was hitting the slopes at Catamount. I do not ski. I spend the day in the lodge. When I say “spend the day in the lodge” do you get a mental picture in your head? Does it look like me sitting in a cozy arm chair by the fire? Does it look like I have a warm cup of tea (or even a cocktail!) by my side and my feet propped on a low foot stool. Am I knitting? When I say, “spend the day in the lodge” that is what I picture. In reality it looks a lot more like a cross between a locker room and an elementary school cafeteria.
Likewise, when I tell you that I’m knitting something, that I’ve got something on the needles, you might picture something, filmy and gossamer. I’m actually a very creative person, and we will get to that eventually, but my knitting is. . . well it’s a lot more like the actual ski lodge as opposed to the picture in my head.
Knitting is what I do when I need my hands to be very busy but my body and my mind are not necessarily up to the task. Does that make sense? I learned to knit two years ago when my son was going through a health crisis. I was almost completely exhausted, and my brain was totally fried by countless hours spent hunched over my computer researching Lyme Disease, epilepsy, and anti-convulsant medications. And yet I needed to be busy. I couldn’t sit still and do nothing even though I could barely move. I got a knitting lesson (or two) from my mother. My hands were moving and once I learned to knit and purl (I still haven’t gone any further) my tired little brain could just follow along.
I don’t knit complicated things. My pieces are mostly simple and straight forward – baby blankets and scarves. Flat and square. I can usually make up the pattern as I go along and there is minimal counting of rows or stitches involved. You will not be wowed by my knitting. But look at this face. And this cowl I made to go along with it.
Like I said though, I’m making some changes. Who knows what will happen? This weekend I’m taking a class to learn how to make a hat. . . and a hat? There’s nothing flat – about that.