When you pray, move your feet
Oct. 24th, 2011 03:06 pm(an LJ Idol entry)
To knit, you need to start with knitting needles, of course. I have some a friend bought for me, and some another friend gave me that used to belong to her grandmother. (Knitting's a bit like time-travel, that way, as timeless things can be.)
You make a slip knot and loop it around one of the needles to start casting on. I'm not good with knots but I can do this because my grandma showed me an easy way when I was little and she was showing me and my brother how to chain stitch. She crocheted me many blankets and mittens on strings to go in my jacket so I wouldn't lose them, and hats with tassels on, and dresses for my Cabbage Patch Kids. I still haven't gotten further than that chain stitch.
Knitting was suggested to me by my a boyfriend's mom. She sent me the pattern to make a hat she'd seen me admiring, that her son had made. The simple instructions were enough for me to figure out knitting, if not purling -- after the usual number of lumpy hole-filled false starts -- but the purl stitch continued to stymie me so I never got the hat made.
The first thing I finally knitted was supposed to be a scarf for my girlfriend. It expanded more than I thought it would! Made a nice shawl. I grinned when I saw her wearing it.
I sat in a pub with a friend who taught me how to purl, and I taught her how to crochet a chain stitch. I drank a pint of stout and reveled in ignoring gender norms.
I've knit hats and scarves for homeless people and want to try "knitted knockers" for people who've had masectomies and hats and blankets for babies lost very young, even jumpers for penguins caught in oil spills.
I grew up with Catholic rosaries, and I've kept the repetitive hand movements and murmuring, but instead of holy words I'm counting stitiches, reminding myself of how far I've gotten and how far there still is to go. Instead of meditating on mysteries sorrowful or glorious, I'm thinking of grandmothers and friends and penguins, stitching up some of the wounds in the world as methodically as grain is planted, as babies are rocked to sleep, as dishes are washed, as feet are moved one in front of the other to get us anywhere...
And so life is lived.
To knit, you need to start with knitting needles, of course. I have some a friend bought for me, and some another friend gave me that used to belong to her grandmother. (Knitting's a bit like time-travel, that way, as timeless things can be.)
You make a slip knot and loop it around one of the needles to start casting on. I'm not good with knots but I can do this because my grandma showed me an easy way when I was little and she was showing me and my brother how to chain stitch. She crocheted me many blankets and mittens on strings to go in my jacket so I wouldn't lose them, and hats with tassels on, and dresses for my Cabbage Patch Kids. I still haven't gotten further than that chain stitch.
Knitting was suggested to me by my a boyfriend's mom. She sent me the pattern to make a hat she'd seen me admiring, that her son had made. The simple instructions were enough for me to figure out knitting, if not purling -- after the usual number of lumpy hole-filled false starts -- but the purl stitch continued to stymie me so I never got the hat made.
The first thing I finally knitted was supposed to be a scarf for my girlfriend. It expanded more than I thought it would! Made a nice shawl. I grinned when I saw her wearing it.
I sat in a pub with a friend who taught me how to purl, and I taught her how to crochet a chain stitch. I drank a pint of stout and reveled in ignoring gender norms.
I've knit hats and scarves for homeless people and want to try "knitted knockers" for people who've had masectomies and hats and blankets for babies lost very young, even jumpers for penguins caught in oil spills.
I grew up with Catholic rosaries, and I've kept the repetitive hand movements and murmuring, but instead of holy words I'm counting stitiches, reminding myself of how far I've gotten and how far there still is to go. Instead of meditating on mysteries sorrowful or glorious, I'm thinking of grandmothers and friends and penguins, stitching up some of the wounds in the world as methodically as grain is planted, as babies are rocked to sleep, as dishes are washed, as feet are moved one in front of the other to get us anywhere...
And so life is lived.
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Date: 2011-10-24 02:43 pm (UTC)Plus it's something that a lot of people learn from an older generation, and that makes me think it's like time travel; it's a connection I have with grandmothers and people I don't even know, something they'd recognize about my life amidst the laptop and the microwave and everything more modern.
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Date: 2011-10-24 05:25 pm (UTC)And I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who knits in pubs!
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Date: 2011-10-24 08:50 pm (UTC)Knitters are each a knit or purl stitch in the knitted fabric of life, on the yarn of time ;)
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Date: 2011-11-04 10:27 am (UTC)Absolutely. Knitting is a thing I really got into when my anxiety disorder got so bad I couldn't even work. I wasn't sleeping properly so I was tired all the time, but I was so restless I couldn't sit still. Knitting strikes the perfect balance of giving me something engrossing, a good channel for that nervous energy I did have, but not as exhausting as....pretty much anything else would be.
And there certainly are some incredibly geeky ways to enjoy knitting; I can recommend this blog to all your geeky knitting friends. I'm working on the DNA illusion scarf from there :)
Thanks for reading!