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?