I finished my first of the Saucy Socks.

(pardon the bathrobe)

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Why do you Knit?

I've been asked this question by a lot of shocked and bewildered people lately. When we went to Newfoundland for our honeymoon, so many of the older ladies were SO surprised to hear that I knit (and see it). One said to Robbie, "Hang on to her. There's not many young ones that knit."

It always surprises me that more people don't knit. Some say they don't have the time, some say it's a dead art, some say it's anti-woman. There are a million excuses, but, in my own, humble opinion, if you haven't tried it, you can't judge it.

So why do I knit? How did I become a knitter? The story is fairly straight-forward, although it tends to get somewhat confusing at times.

I first started crocheting (does that look like it should be pronounced "Crotch-et-ing" to you?). I learned to crochet when I knee-high to a grasshopper (thank for the phrase, Dr. Phil. I knew you'd be useful eventually). One of my memories of my mom from my childhood is the big bag of squares that she crocheted (Crotch-et-ed) for an afghan. They were all colours, probably scrap yarn of some type of glamourous acrylic. I would sit at her feet and play with the hook, trying to make my squares look like squares. It was during this time that I developed a fascination for yarn. The squeaky, crunchy yarn in Safeway. I always used to rub it against my face as I walked by. Yarn sweaters completely absorbed my being for a time. My mom bought a sweater that had a bunch of veggie matter in it. I spent two weeks picking it out, rubbing my fingers over the scratchy wool. I loved it.

I quickly forgot how to crochet by the time I hit elementary. I started doing much cooler things like finger painting, playing with clay, math, and playing "Lean into the wind," a game much revered on the windy plains of Taber, Alberta.

In grade six, my mom gave me a tiny cross stitch kit of a grey cat with a red bow in my stocking. She showed me how to do the stitches, how to put the yarn on the needle, and I diligently brought it to class every day and worked on it during gym when I "forgot" my gym clothes. I don't think I ever finished it.

Once again, I lost the art of cross stitch, of home crafts, shortly thereafter. I had my things. I was artsy. I enjoyed working with my hands, loving freestyle painting, excelling at pottery, getting my hands dirty with charcoal, spending extra time in the art class just retreating into my own world. The repetitive movements of pencil across paper, slip across clay, allowed me to think about my day, my time, daydream, imagine a purpose (or at least paint a very elaborate picture involving myself, clay, and a Backstreet Boy. You've seen Ghost--use your imagination).

After high school, I stopped doing most of my art. I'd sit at a wheel from time to time, take another pottery class, dabbled in glass-blowing, picked up a pencil and my tablet from time to time, but nothing really stimulated me. I would go to Walmart and buy cross stitch patterns, work them halfway and quickly discard them. I'd do paint by numbers. Never finished.

Every time, though, I'd go into the yarn aisle. See, at this time, I didn't know that stores like Make1 existed. I thought that yarn was the acrylic, the fun fur, the one pound Red Heart balls. One day, I decided to pick up a crochet book of granny square afghans. I poured over it, finally deciding to do one of them. I bought the yarn and started. It took FOREVER. When I was done, it looked great, and I gave it to my friend, Cat, for Christmas.

I started crocheting (crotch-et-ing) all the time. I stopped cross stitch. I stopped paint by number. I found something that was hands-on, and something that allowed me to be creative.

About a year after I started crocheting again, we lost Robbie's mom to cancer. She was a knitter, and a damn competent one. She could go lay a floor, build a deck, and then knit a sweater. She was super woman. She was my friend.

Since I was the only one who really did anything with yarn in the family, I was given her knitting basket and all her needles, stitch markers, patterns, half-completed sweaters, gloves, hats, mitts, slippers...

For about three months, I didn't touch it. It sat in my livingroom, exactly as it had in hers. The needles, the reading glasses, the rolled up patterns. It smelled like her, and I refused to touch it. I wouldn't do it justice.

About a month after she died, Robbie and I found out that we were expecting. As excited as we were, we were terrified. The fear was increased with the loss of Robbie's mom who had so wanted a grandchild. One night, sitting in my basement livingroom, staring at the basket, I asked myself, "What would she be doing right now? How would she have reacted to know that her first grandchild was on its way?" The answer came as quickly as the question. She would be knitting. Not just dabbling in the knitting for a few garments when the baby was born. Oh no. She would have been locking herself in her room for nine months until that baby was born so she could present it with a lifetime of clothing. She would have blankets, shirts, socks, hats, pants, bibs, dishcloths, YOU NAME IT.

I picked up her needles, and I cast on.

So why do I knit? I knit because when I knit, I remember Vera. I remember the women who came before me. I pass on the knowledge that, for generations, was just considered "a woman's work," but kept those generations warm. I knit because those repetitive motions take me back into myself, to a place where I am myself. I knit for myself, and that is such a hard thing to admit.

I knit.

Why do you?


Short Attention Sp --

So I haven't blocked yet. I actually realised that I don't have enough pins to block the scarf, so we'll all have to wait on that one.

I am doing really well on NOT starting a buttload of new projects. My knitting "basket" was taking up so much space (it was really a BIG hamper and a BIG tupperware container and a BIG brown box) that I decided it was cramping my style (not to mention my livingroom decor).

I spent a day, went through the whole thing, picked out my top three works in progress, and put them in a pretty little yellow bag that I bought at Michaels for $5. Everything else was toted up stairs and away to my office/craft room. I am NOT allowing myself to buy more yarn until I've used up at least a third of my stash (we'll see how long this lasts), and I will not cast on a new project until one of my on-the-go projects is done.

I have a few worthy causes that I'm stash busting towards. First is the Ronald MacDonald House Charities. They need slippers, people! There's several really simple slipper patterns on the good ol' triple W, and I'm going to make some! Really, they do knit up so much faster than, say, a sweater. ;)

The second cause that I'm going to be stash-busting-my-ass towards is to the children of Ethiopia. A lady I knit with (the lovely Hazel) is going to Ethiopia and will be stopping by an orphanage while there. She's said she'll drop off any hats, socks, etc that we can knit up for the little ones, so I'm working on it!

The final worthy cause is for somebody I know that's pregnant with a sure-to-be-adorable fetus. But SHHHHHH. It's still a secret. (and it's not me, Barb, so stop giggling)

Speaking of getting things done, this is how much sock you can knit when you're tired, sick and watching Disney movies all day:


Blocking begins

I've finished my Alchemy scarf. Now all I have to do is block it.

Starting the blocking tomorrow! Watch for pics!



Knitting with Fire

I've cast on (again). This time, I'm knitting with my new favourite yarn -- Silk Purse by Alchemy Yarns. I picked it up at Make One Yarn Studio, of course.
The project is BEAUTIFUL. I'm keeping it for myself, for once. Pardon the le crap lighting. It was late, and I took them inside.

Once it's blocked, it'll look wonderful. The yarn is 100% silk, and I think I'm in love.
In other news, I was at the thrift store the other day and found some roving:
Orange and Chocolate brown. I see a man scarf in the future. Now I just need to learn to spin... See the price, though? Oh yeah. Yeah, baby, yeah.
I also found some needles -- LONG steel dpns and some old-fashiony ones (steel as well). YAY! I love thrift stores!
Finally -- we gave the cat a bath.
Robbie thinks she's going to kill us in her sleep.


Welcome back!

Okay, after taking a well-needed hiatus from posting, I'm back!

Here's what occured in the last few months:
1) Got married! YAY!
2) Knit a few things (only finished two things -- not so yay)
3) Quit my job.
4) Argued with my previous employer about getting paid.
5) Filed a complaint with the Employment Standards Board to get paid.
6) Got paid (finally) a full two weeks after my final paycheck was due.
7) Now I work from home
8) Went on our honeymoon.
9) Nearly went insane.
10) Had three blissful days at the end of the honeymoon.
11) Flew home (without drugs!!!)
12) Have a clean home!
13) Have far too much yarn
14) Own a deck and am getting a fence.
15) Saw little baby Rhapsody Wilde (beautiful little girl who belongs to dear friends)

Okay, minor update over. I'll try to get some pics up of what I've been doing yarnwise.