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A Year On…

July 2nd, 2008

I have been knitting for a year now. At the start of the summer holidays last year I went to imagiknit with my friend and her son and bought the yarn for my first project. (I had already bought some yarn and needles on ebay that I used to do some basic swatching – learning to both cast on and bind off which I had never done before)

My First Swatch My First Swatch

Unsurprisingly (for anyone who has met me) I bought a black and a red ball. I had a vague idea that one started by making scarves, which is what I planned to do. As I neared the end of the first ball, I had to go back to the shop to find out how to join the second one to it, and they were really helpful and supportive. I ended up buying another ball to add on to the other end as I cast on for a rather wide scarf without realising it! I am quite proud of my first project, even though one end is quite a bit wider than the other (you can’t see it in this photo though).

My First Scarf

And now I am desperately addicted to knitting. I am actually quite amazed at myself for it. I didn’t think it would be my thing. I have never been particularly crafty or arty in my own time, so this has taken me by surprise. I always thought of knitting, sewing and crafting in general as not being as valuable as scientific endeavour. These were not going to broaden my mind like studying and reading would. I did spend quite a while doing origami and knotwork, justifying them to myself as being more mathematical crafts. But now I am able to create for the joy of creating. For the enjoyment of the process. (Yeah, the more I think about it, the more I am convinced that I am a process knitter). For the satisfaction of a finished object. And I can’t get enough!

At the end of the month I will be 30. It has been a long time since the last milestone birthday and as my dad would say, a lot of water has been passed since then. It has been quite an extraordinary time; the worst depression of my life, meeting the person I want to spend the rest of my life with and getting married, having a child, making a home (and a life) over 5000 miles away from London. I have grown into an adult that I think my younger self would have been proud of. And part of that has been the ability to get rid of a whole load of preconceived constructs about the world.

So my parents wanted to buy me a special present this year. Something that I would keep and love for a long time. Although my first instinct was ask for a yarn store (ha!) I realised that there was something more realistic that I wanted. That when I had tried it before, I was good at it, but could never let myself enjoy it. I asked for a sewing machine. (and lessons – I am going to need them)

I worry that learning to sew will cut into my knitting time. And I worry that I won’t enjoy knitting as much when there is a fancy sewing machine sitting there waiting to be used. But I see myself now doing all the things that I was doing with knitting a year ago – checking out the price of materials, trying to work out what I will need in the way of supplies, eyeing up books to learn from and places in the city to get help. I have finally thrown off my prejudice against sewing (and knitting) and am itching to get started. I may not enjoy it as much as knitting, or at all even, but I will be able to hem my own trousers and make my own bed linen if I choose. And I think I probably will.

Hopefully I will be able to turn the knitting obsession into a crafting and creating obsession. Be it quilts, knitted items or homemade clothes. Here’s to being on the cusp of thirty and finding the motivation to act on my desires.

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