Knitting therapy. October 9, 2012
Posted by ourfriendben in wit and wisdom.Tags: joys of knitting, knitting, knitting therapy
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Silence Dogood here. The best thing about cool weather after the beautiful fall foliage is the onset of knitting season. And unlike the foliage, kniting can be enjoyed clear through spring.
I love sitting in a cold room (as ours invariably are here in Hawk’s Haven) with a pile of warm knitting in my lap. And I find the mindless, repetitive activity endlessly soothing. I tend to be one-pointed (not great at multitasking), so knitting for me isn’t so mindless that I can knit and, say, watch a movie at the same time. (Though I can certainly knit and listen to music at the same time.) But that endless repetitive stitch, the rhytmic turning of the needles, is enough to drive stress away and stop the running to-do list or worry loop in my mind.
For all you accomplished knitters out there, I don’t mean to imply that serious knitting is mindless at all. There’s nothing mindless about trying to follow a pattern or creating an elaborately knitted sweater or even a pair of socks. My knitting is mindless because I just knit scarves and belts: knit a certain set number of stitches, turn the needles, repeat. And repeat. And repeat. Simple as that.
Where my creativity comes in is in choosing the most beautiful yarns to work with, so the end result transcends the simplicity of its creation: People actually like wearing my scarves. I’ve seen people wearing them ten years after I made them. I’ve had people bring me back scarves, battered from use, and ask if I could restore them to like-new condition so they could keep wearing them. This is the beauty of the yarn, not some intricate technique.
I’m glad my scarves and belts can bring color and pleasure to other people’s lives. But even more, I’m so grateful to knitting for being such a wonderful way to calm down, to take cares away and keep stress at bay. Yes, it may all be still out there, but stitch by stitch, it’s not getting in here now. Knitting is my cold-weather safe haven. Thank goodness for knitting therapy!
‘Til next time,
Silence
Knitting up some tinsel magic. January 15, 2011
Posted by ourfriendben in wit and wisdom.Tags: Christmas, Christmas past, handmade scarves, joys of knitting, knitting, Moonlight Mohair yarn, tinsel
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Silence Dogood here. As a child, I hated tinsel. Seems like I was always the one who had to hang those bazillion silver plastic noodles on our tree, being the oldest (and thus at that time, tallest) child, getting stabbed by sharp evergreen needles and criticized by everyone else if the tinsel wasn’t perfectly distributed. Worse still was having to take off every strand of the wretched stuff when we undecorated the tree, and the needles were even sharper. Ow! Yow! *&%$#@!!! tinsel!!!
I only came to love tinsel when I discovered antique German tinsel as an adult. The silvered, fuzzy tinsel ropes glistened softly in the light, and you wrapped them ’round the tree like strings of popcorn. When Christmas was over, it took five minutes to take them down and fold them in their box. No fuss, no muss, and best of all, no pain!
Thoughts of Christmas glitter must have still been with me on our friend Ben’s and my recent trip to North Carolina to visit family. When our hosts suggested going to nearby Seagrove, NC, a mecca for pottery lovers with over 100 potteries, I of course jumped at the chance. But little did I know that yarn lurked behind one of those innocent-looking storefronts.
Yarn and Silence Dogood are a dangerous combination, as OFB knows too well. (He fled the store and sulked—I mean, sat—in the car until I emerged with my package.) As I proceeded to the back of the store where the yarn was waiting, I saw the most gorgeous hand-crocheted shawl. Like tinsel, it glittered quietly in the light, its soft texture and many colors singing a siren call. But I didn’t want a shawl. I didn’t even want to make a shawl. I wanted to make a scarf.
Searching the shelves, I quickly located the yarn—Moonlight Mohair in “Rain Forest.” But aarrgghhh, there were only three skeins left, not the four I’d been counting on! What to do? I saw that each skein showed a knitted scarf on the front and promised that, if you used size 13 needles, you could knit it with a single ball (skein) of yarn. (Complete instructions were printed inside the label.) It looked attractive, but of course I had something else in mind—a wider, longer scarf knitted on size 7 needles.
After agonizing at unseemly length (OFB was actually asleep when I returned to the car), I finally decided to get the three skeins and just see. Back home, I put Mary Chapin Carpenter on the CD player, cast on 34 stitches on my size 7 wooden needles (wooden and bamboo needles are my favorites, though I do cherish some of my grandma’s vintage plastic needles), and started knitting. What a thrill to see the tinsel-like gold metallic thread wound with the many mohair colors flashing in the light! It looked like magic come to life.
So far, I only have about 8 inches of scarf knitted. But I’m so looking forward to continuing! I find knitting as relaxing as some people find meditation. And, though the colors of this particular yarn look lovely in daylight, they’re especially beautiful, thanks to that gold tinsel, by lamplight. A lovely finish to the day. And who doesn’t want to keep that Christmas magic alive?
‘Til next time,
Silence
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