I hope you are well and happy. It has been a whirlwind here. A lot has happenned in the last few weeks and I am only processing most of it now. So I thought I would talk a bit about knitting and it's place in my life.
I come from a long line of knitters and makers. One of my fondest memories of my grandmother involves an afternoon spent in her sun-drenched living room just after my grandfather died. We were both knitting and talking about my grandfather. She mentioned that she thought that knitting provided it's own sort of solace. Her theory was that it involved a sort of stimulation of the nerve endings in your fingers that soothed your soul. I think she was right.
For me, there is a profound difference between knitting and sewing. Sewing requires my full attention. There are times where that total absorption is what I need - a vacation from the reality that exists outside the studio. Knitting is completely different. It occupies my hands and part of my brain, but it also allows my mind to wander. I have found that when things are overwhelming and there is information that I have to process (we introverts do things at our own pace), the sewing room is quiet and lots of knitting is done.
There has been a lot of knitting this week. Luckily, this time of stress has coincided with the imminent arrival of a couple of babies (thankfully, none of them are mine). Babies require knitting.
This little number was whipped up on Tuesday, the day after we arrived home. It was quick and easy - worsted weight yarn for a 3 month old can't be anything else. No buttons, just a warm layer over thousands of terry sleepers that little ones live in for the first few months. The colour is actually purple, not the blue that it is reading on my computer. I was thinking that I would make another in grey (each one takes less than a ball), then sew a couple of receiving blankets from soft grey fabric - maybe with some stencilling to make it unique. That way I am ready for boys or girls.
That one went so well, that on Wednesday I went stash diving and found this:
Some orange cotton/acrylic that has been around since my kids were the size of the one in the photo. The sweater is the Family Denim tunic from Weekend Knitting. It's seed stitch, with a few cables at the top. I'm making the smallest size, which may go to an older sibling, or may just get stashed away. We shall see. It's been interesting to knit without designated recipients. Now I know how I ended up with all those strange and bizarre sweaters from aunties when I was a kid. If you fit it, it's yours.
So that's where I am this week - being gentle with myself and easing back into routine. Sewing thoughts are percolating along in the back of my head though, so I will be back in the studio soon enough.
Take care of yourself.