Living Small, One Stitch at a Time

February 15, 2008

Go ahead. Ask me. Ask me why I knit.

Well, friend, I’ll tell you. I knit for a few reasons, most of them Small.

1) To save on buying *new* sweaters and scarves and stuffed animals. You know about my Year of No New Threads, yeah? Well, knitting helps with that. I see and covet wooly items, and then I pinch myself. “You can make that, allison,” my brain says. “Yes you can!” So, I do. In an age in which we are often disconnected from the processes that bring us what we consume — e.g., how many people know how to spin wool into yarn? How many Men on the Street know how to butcher a pike? See what I mean? — I can groove on the fact that I understand how to construct an article of clothing. Are you pickin’ up what I’m layin’ down? A-okay.

Right now, I’m working on a sweater for mein Herr. You can read about it in my recent post at Wardrobe Refashion. It’s neato-spagheeto.

2) To make friends. Yeah, it’s schmaltzy. But it’s true, cross my heart and hope to die. My BFF 4eva, the man behind the California oenophile’s dream log, The Wine Pilgrim, taught me to knit during our formative college years. We stitched together, we bitched together. Heavenly.

Fast forward to tonight. I met my friend Liz for post-work coffee, crafts, and conversation. Liz, who started knitting when she and I were in graduate school together, met at Tougo Coffee Co., my neighborhood java joint, to stitch and to swap stories. Liz’s first book just came out — read it the opposite of invisible read it read it — and we talked over her days as a real-life writer. We plotted a web startup co. We shared news of mutual friends. Yadda, yadda, more heavenly.

3) To connect. Mass transit conversations = rare. Bus commuters plug into iPods. They read the paper. They snooze. Throw a knitter into the mix, however, and stories about long-dead Grammas and elementary school run-ins with pink plastic needles come flying out of the ether. Stitching advice is bandied about like a hot potato. Memories of projects past float on down. And I love it. People come out of their navels when others get crafty. They commune and communicate. Double heavenly.

So, what are you knitting? Hooking? Tatting? Sewing?


5 Responses to “Living Small, One Stitch at a Time”

  1. Tara said

    What a great post. I was knitting at the hospital yesterday – while waiting for hub, who was in surgery – and one of the elderly volunteer ladies and I got to talking. It sure made the waiting easier and I was thankful for her cheerful conversation. And I love a great stitch n bitch any day…

  2. Thanks, Tara. The power of public crafting is not to be underestimated, to be sure.

    Best to you and your hubby as he recovers.

  3. Lindsay said

    Oh, I wish we were both in Seattle so we could have a SnB together!

  4. Maybe we can set up a holographic SnB, à la Prince Charles in Abu Dhabi (a place that I thought only existed in Garfield comics; go figure).

  5. […] Living Small, crafts are king. (More on that here, here, and here.) Why buy something new when you can make something […]

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