Today's post is from my friend Theresa. I have been a fan of her knitting ever since I complimented her scarf and she responded, "Thanks! I made it." I was awe struck. It looked expensive, intricate, and so lovely (see photo at bottom of post).
And when she gifted me a baby blanket, I was honored. It was such a kind gesture and the blanket was heavy and warm and beautiful. But it wasn't until I started toting that blanket everywhere that I realized how talented she truly is. It looks the same as the day she gave it to me and the number of compliments I receive is endless. Once while browsing at a boutique baby shop, the owner called all of the employees over to admire the quality. Somebody made this for you? They always say in slight disbelief.
Thank you Theresa for sharing some insight into your gift!
Kerin asked me to consider writing this blog post a little
while ago and I have to admit, it stumped me a little. My talent is knitting… and what non-knitter
wants to read a blog post about knitting?
So, I decided to write about me, as a knitter, rather than the topic in
general. I’m a self-taught, slightly more accomplished knitter than
your average needle toting fiber artist.
Ha, fiber artist, that makes me feel fancy! The truth is, I picked up the hobby not
because of what I can produce when the needles are removed, but because of the
result the entire process has on me, mentally and physically.
I have ADD, and I am not a fan of the medications out there
that help me master this behavioral condition.
I’ve tried them, they work, but they scare the pants off me. So, as someone who is, by choice,
un-medicated, I needed to find a way to channel the constant desire to be
moving/doing/producing. Crafting, in any
form, is a great way to solve for that need, at least for me. I’ve been big into that sort of thing my
entire life (as a kid, I
liked LOVED
beads), and in my mid-twenties, I discovered knitting. A friend at work had taken to knitting over
lunch, and I was mesmerized! She was
knitting, and eating and talking all at once!
I headed to the craft store after watching her that first day, found a
great
website that night, and brought
in a scarf that was already a foot long the next day to work on at lunch.
Fast forward a half a decade, and I’ve taught (or in some
cases retaught) several people how to knit, I’ve knit something like 20,000
yards of yarn (for perspective, that’s over 11 miles), I’ve written a few of my
own patterns (as far as I am concerned, that is the most daunting and
complicated aspect of knitting), I’ve knit all of the typical hand knit items
you can think of (scarf, hat, mittens, blankets, sweaters, socks, etc.) and
I’ve taken the leap and opened up a small
Etsy site. For years, the fine print associated with
running a shop on that site has terrified me, but here I am. If anyone reading this is a
Ravelry fan, please be my
friend!
When it comes to a hobby as laborious as knitting, patience
is a virtue… The previously mentioned ADD does mess with me from time to time,
but the hobby itself has taught me to control my impulses and see where the
process can take me (plus, I easily stay caught up on all of my favorite prime
time TV simultaneously!). My favorite
things to knit are the things that will be gifts, especially for babies, as
they are inherently adorable. Miss
Emaline received one of my favorite gifts to date – a stroller sized peach,
green and purple blanket:
Emaline and family have given me the most wonderful ego
boost and confidence builder any knitter out there could ever hope to
receive. Knowing how amazing Kerin is
with words, you would likely assume it’s some sort of glowing thank you note,
but no, it’s completely non-verbal. Prior
to their move (I just can’t even talk about how sad I am to not have them here
anymore), when I would visit, not only would the blanket be out (I am very
accustomed to the gift I knit being strategically displayed when I visit anyone)
but more importantly, showing distinctive signs of wear and use. The amount of time, work and effort (and in
many instances strong emotion) that go into knitting a gift are so overwhelming
that the idea of a blanket or a stuffed animal being kept on a shelf out of
baby’s hands for fear of them destroying it is almost too much to bear. I want Emaline to nap on that blanket, spill
and spit up on that blanket, tote it around the house and yard getting dirty; I
want it to be HER blanket. Plus, any
good knitter will always be sure to knit baby gifts out of yarn that can be
machine washed! So please, consider this
my PSA on behalf of knitters everywhere, USE YOUR GIFTS!
That said, I have found the time to make a few things for
myself over the years. The last thing I
want to touch on is the project that helped me to realize just how emotional
this hobby of mine can be, if you let it.
The project started out as my very first commission, a scarf for a coworker. She had picked out the pattern and the yarn
for herself, and wanted me to knit it for her.
I was happy and excited to do it.
However, in the end I could not bring myself to give it to her (but I
did make another for her).
The reason this scarf is so special, and why it took so long
to complete (6 months!) is that it was the last thing my grandpa saw me working
on before he passed away. My grandfather was one of the most important people
in my life and he LOVED this scarf. He always wanted to see my progress on it
when I went to visit him. When he would
look at it, he’d get all teary-eyed and tell me that my grandmother would have
been so proud of me if she could have seen my knitting (I didn’t learn until
after she had passed away). I will always
be able to remember him sitting at the kitchen table tracing the cables of the
scarf with his fingers.
I savored completing this project, often at times only
knitting a row or two before putting it down.
When the time came to bind off, I was able to truly appreciate a
finished item in a way I hadn’t yet experienced with anything else I had made
for myself – I smiled, truly smiled, from the bottom of my heart. The thing I long to see when I give a gift to
a friend or family member, I had managed to do for myself. In fact, it’s the one care instruction I have
listed on the back of my labels. As long
as you smile when you wear or use something I’ve made, I’m happy. I won’t mind if you wear it out, get it
dirty, or if in fact it’s not your style (for the record though, I REALLY try
to avoid knitting anything ugly, I REALLY do try). Just smile.