I have had the love of knitting since I watched my mother create sweaters, hats and even argyle socks with nothing but 2 sticks and some string. My first attempts were fleeting to be sure…but I have persevered through the years. I recently found the first thing I ever attempted to knit tucked away in a box. I couldn’t have been more than 7 or 8 years old. I was so proud of it upon completion. I refer to it as “it”, because I am not quite sure what I had in mind when I created it. Perhaps a bookmark, or something more grand and beyond my capabilities at the time.
I have become a yarn glutton, having far more yarn than ongoing projects, as my husband lovingly points out. (On a side note, he built me an awesome yarn storage unit that I will show on a later post.) There is something so basic and almost primal about creating a garment from a piece of yarn. By itself, yarn can’t clothe you or keep you warm, but in the hands of a crafty and somewhat talented person, one can be toasty warm and stylish on even the coldest of winter nights.
I am like most knitters I know, starter of many projects, but finisher of few. We just can’t help ourselves when we see an inspiring project, we must dive in!.. The love with knitting can become like an addiction. I can barely put the needles down at times to do those pesky chores like laundry or cleaning. Sometimes, my need to knit will surpass even my need to cook. This year I am working on an idea to “clothe” the homeless and less fortunate with homemade scarves. I will be asking for volunteers, guidance and yarn donations in the upcoming months. You don’t have to be an expert, just a knitter with the gift of love. This is my latest creation, that I plan to send to a girlfriend who is not as lucky as I. She lives on the East Coast, where winter is really winter.
As I write this post, I can’t help but wish I was at home, curled up on the couch with sticks and string in my hands. The love of knitting continues.