It's been a while. That's because I've been involved in the knitting equivalent of reading a good Thriller; that is one minute the plot and characters are progressing merrily and the next minute the tension starts to build and twists and turns head towards a significant ending. At a certain point in the cardigan I have been working on for a while I realised I was "doing the last bits", (this occurred a couple of days ago). Suddenly rising in me is a feeling of urgency where before there was none and something in my mind demands, "you must finish this cardigan quickly there is no time to lose!" This is confusing. Time is no shorter than when I started the cardigan. Aside from the fact I have my next project lined up I have no deadline. The season which would have suited this garment best has passed and I know there will be plenty of Summers where it can experience its debut. Still, the prevailing feeling that I must hurtle towards the conclusion continued, until tonight I completed it, phew!
Apart from one thing of course, blocking. As part of the process of "coming down" from the anxiety of missing an invisible deadline here is the blocking in progress, the refresher on how to wet block from a fabulous you tube vid by KnitPicks. Between blogging and blocking have I time to consider my next project, socks for Himself? ..... Yeah!! ;-)
Thursday, 12 September 2013
Last night Himself asked me if he could watch his less than relaxing TV series on DVD, I gladly agreed and took myself off upstairs with, unsurprisingly, my knitting. Now by the time I was ready to start it occurred to me that it was a) gone 9.30pm, b) that I was really tired and therefore c) I wouldn't get much done before I was too tired. Still, with weary eyes and a rather persistent cat yowling and stomping on me I persisted, for this fits into my essential mentality.
That mentality is this: all time, no matter how long or short, is knitting time. I am known to always have multiple projects on the go. Certainly an element of that is to have a small project for short car journeys where I am to be a passenger, a bigger one for snuggling on the sofa, and definitely a project on circular needles for travelling by train as folks do tend to take umbrage to being periodically poked with a knitting needle, albeit the blunt end!
As it turned out I managed two rows before sleep was inevitable. This knitting session was at least ended by me sliding my hard won stitches down my needles and placing the project safely on the floor. In the past Himself has occasionally become an accidental stabbing victim on getting into bed and encountering my knitting poised half way through a stitch where I have dropped into sleep letting it slip onto the mattress beside me! Luckily he is a wise fellow who understands the time each piece represents and carefully puts it to one side for me.
So, considering only two rows were completed was it worth starting? Should you perhaps wait until you have a wonderful free afternoon stretching ahead of you before grabbing your half finished jumper or beginning sock two? I would say not. I find more and more with the demands life puts on my time that I want to pluck every bit of knitting time from my day, a couple of moments of relaxation that totally belong to me. I can't say I complete anything any quicker by utilising these snatched moments of time, but it's a stealthy part of my hobby, and slightly eccentric too, which I like.
Friday, 6 September 2013
So, it's about yarn. Well, that's not enough really. It's about threads of all kinds. Fibres of all kinds. Because it is these threads that occupy my time in the main, these balls of cotton and jute, these skeins of alpaca and silk, these delicious hanks of wool just scratchy enough to feel like "the real thing", whatever that may be.
I like to draw ideas and think about them for ages, then make them. I love encountering three seemingly disparate balls of yarn that long to be a fabulous hat and knit it on the fly. I love to follow patterns of all kinds a create beautiful things that spring from the pages of a book or magazine to become a real, tactile garment or accessory that will be enjoyed for years to come.
In short I love to knit, and crochet, and spin, and a few other fibre-related arts to boot. When I knit I find myself in a deep world full of creativity, mathematics, thoughts and ideas. I have many notebooks on the go and it is a delight to me to find one that has been mislaid for a while and encounter an idea long forgotten, just waiting to be explored. I can't say they all work out; the jumper that would have better suited a child was sadly frogged and the allegedly smooth beautifully shaped shawl that turned out more ruffly than an episode of 'The Tudors' is still waiting in a lonely corner to meet the same fate! But surely
that is a joyful part of the process? Creating strange and wonderful things that teach valuable lessons while engaging my hands and mind.
This blog will follow my fibre-related exploits, and a few other bits and pieces. I hope you enjoy reading it.