In the beginning there was a dragon. She was bored, so she learned how to knit.
This is my official “How I started to Knit” Page. There are two parts to it. The first is of when I first learned; and the second, the story of how I came back to it. Didn’t really come “back” as I never really took it up to begin with as I never made anything other than the practice swatches I worked on at the time.
I have these stories around somewhere, so please be patient. Come back in a few days and they will be here, possibly even by tomorrow if I get the time to rummage around in my virtual file cabinets tonight.
What I’ve decided to do is just place two articles I’ve written here as I do not like to change my words around, plus, I think you can get a good grasp of my history through them.
Maternal Dragon Spirit
My maternal grandmother taught me now to knit and crochet. She created many items from scratch, years ago, that you see in the stores today, like crocheted towel hangers, flowers, mail holders, etc. Let’s just say she was very creative. I have that hands on creative spirit she possessed. Not my sister or brother, me.
(This is my son, Gabriel, late October 2005) I watched her spend her whole summer knitting, arranging and attaching this full-size granny square spread for her bed. This is the most amazing thing; she used all the colors of the rainbow for it, and you simply cannot discern a pattern from throughout the whole thing. Amazing. What’s more amazing is that I now have this spread on my own bed, or rather hers; because I now have her bedroom set, as well. How lucky can a girl get?…. Though I do not think of her having sex in it…. ugh, was that necessary? Yes. I mean, we all think of stuff like this and blogs are our written thoughts. You can’t just delete or erase your thoughts. I definitely digress, however.
I often think about how similar I really am to my grandmother… or my memories of her as she is gone from this world now. You see, I never had a really good relationship with her. We always clashed. I could attribute this to the fact that gemini’s (me) and Pisces (her) simply get along as well as vinegar and water. I grieve for her still, but more for the relationship that we never had. She taught me all the creative things that I know how to do. She also made satin ribbon roses from scratch. Not those pathetic ones they sell in the stores now, flat as the flattest pancake. Not only did we make the roses, but we made the stems, too, and the leaves. We made realistic roses…. beautiful. We put them on gift packages. She taught me how to cook as well…. to bake is more like it. I was the one who helped her knead the dough for all the Italian pastries, cookies, cakes and whatever.
I watched her painstakingly and lovingly practice her crafts. Whatever she did, she did with love and creativity. I can remember her pulling out layette sets from her closet or from under her bed when we heard of someone expecting a baby. She made them for everyone, well, except me because I did not even have a man by the time she died. When my dad sold the house, we found all her knitting stuff. He was going to throw out everything and I could not bear it, so I took everything. Unfortunately, by the time I got to go through it all, I was in a cleaning frenzy and threw out all the partially made layette sets, including hats, booties, jacket, and in some cases, tiny mitts. At the time, I was not knitting and had no idea how to put her treasures together, to finish them. Soon after, I found out that I was pregnant. I cannot help but feel that she was revealing them to me for my own baby. What a total washout that was, I was.
If I ever have a daughter, I will name her Mary Rose for my grandmother and the roses we made; and to honor her inspiration in me.
Well, I don’t think that I have another “official” article that chronicles my current activity with the fiber crafts, so I’ll just wing it. My son, Gabriel, actually got me into knitting (this time). He was born premature and he had received a tiny little hat. The second I saw it, I knew that I wanted to be involved in this ministry of making these hats for the tiny new babies in the NICU. Just having had this mind-blowing little boy (long story published here), I knew that I could not knit in the volume needed for donations to hospitals, so I just filed it away in the back of my head. Months later, I discovered the KK looms in a craft store and knew that I could now knit in the volume needed in a very short time. I can now make a complete, finished hat in 30 minutes. I’ve donated them in batches of 30 to 40 at a time. My third batch, over 40 hats, has been done for a long time, but I am going to donate it to the hospital in my area. I also have “in between” projects so that I don’t get bored out of my head with hats. I’ve made adult hats, scarves, mittens, fingerless gloves, cell phone holders, a poncho, socks and presently two baby blakets are on the needles. It’s the first time I used that expression, I must be a knitter now!
Recently, like today, I got a desire for spinning, so that is coming up in the future, but don’t know how soon. I mean, I’ve not even done a sweater yet; but I came across a very informative site today called, “The Joy of Handspinning”. Check it out. It’s very interesting and has videos.
Okay, that’s about it for today. I might update, but I think this is basically it.
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