It was an innocent question, “Oh, you knit?” Well, no. That cute little knitting bag just makes it look like I do!
I’ve been collecting knitting gadgets for thirty years. My mother tried to teach me, several times. Epic fail. It’s not that she’s not a good teacher, or that I don’t get it, it’s just that I’ve not retained interest long enough for it to stick.
There have always been too many other things claiming my attention for me to sit and knit. My babies. My studies. Home renovations My chids. Their athletics. Their schoolwork. My career. More renovations. Travel. Of course, the Hubs is there, too. Plus a million and one other things that seemed essential in the moment, like doing the dishes or dusting or vacuuming. Learning to knit could always wait.
But, now, things are different. The chids are married and planning for families of their own. I remember how much I appreciated every hand knit sweater from grandmas and aunties. This summer I purchased the softest woolen baby hat and scarf in Italy… and the knitting spark was struck in me. I’m gonna’ be a glam-mama! I want to knit for my grand-babes! I hope we have lots of wee ones running around here again, soon.
Just last month I discovered my dear friend, D., knits. And she agreed to teach me! And then last night, C. said she wants to learn, too. And I know I can get help from my sister-in-laws just down the road. Meanwhile, I’ve discovered that there is lots of help to be found online. I’ve joined Ravelry and have lined up the how-to videos from Knitting Help, The Knitting Site and Squidoo. I already have supplies enough to get started — for me and a friend or two. ;=)
There is something to be said for the stitch-by-stitching together of something new. It’s slow process but (I imagine that it will be) oh, so satisfying. I love how the Psalmist reminds us of our Creator’s hands at work, knitting in the womb.
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. [Psalm 139:13-14]
Have you ever stopped to consider the amazingly complex process of building each unique you, me, and grand-baby? It’s almost too much to get my brain around. Louie Giglio illustrates this fearful and wonderful process beautifully. (19:56 for ~six minute segment on human life in the making; 24:24 for a developmental miracle in the womb.) Be amazed!
PS How sweet to discover that I can knit for charity, too. Maybe my first project will be for the Period of PURPLE Crying Program. Across the U.S. and Canada, new parents receiving infant bathing instructions are also educated about this normal phase of development. (It is wearisome and worrisome when all they do, it seems, is cry!) These sweet little purple hats serve as a reminder of the danger in shaken infant syndrome. A noble cause — and so many cute patterns to choose from! RM