This past weekend, I started knitting again.
That doesn’t sound like a big deal. But to me, it is huge.
You see, I always considered myself a KNITTER. Â Like shamefully crazytown in to knitting, KNITTER. The person that gets yarn catalogues sent to her house.
As a child, I was determined to knit much to the confused chagrin of my wonderful, yet woefully uncrafty mother. Â My first attempt at knitting was with pencils and twine. Yes, I was thatÂ desperateÂ to knit. Â My mother farmed me out to an equally crafty lady, who became my crafting mentor and set me straight on knitting, launching me into a world of knitting.
I became that person who carried yarn around with them. Even before it became cool to do that. Â Every vacation would include a trip to the local yarn store. Â I had opinions about knitting. I could tell you the pros and cons of knitting with Addi turbos vs. wood. Â I would even look for vintage knitting patterns online and owned dozens of knitting books. I taught a dozen or so people how to knit. I knit English but toss my yarn similar to the way continental knitters do. Â I followed dozens of knitting blogs and my first foray into blogging in 2005 was to talk about knitting. Â I have favorite yarn manufacturers (Rowan) and favorite needles (Addi Turbo circular). I had a favorite way to turn a heel on sock–like these toe up sock in a jaywalker pattern on circular needles.
And I knit. Sweaters. Socks.
And no baby was safe from my needles as a churned out baby sweater after baby sweater after baby sweater after baby bootie after baby bootie, after you name it.
Then in 2007 my arms finally gave up. They would have waved a white flag if they could have held on to it formore than five seconds. Â Repetitive stress injury (RSI) took hold of my arms and took away my knitting. Â Turns out all that knitting plus all that time on my computer was too much for my arms. And I ended up spending a lot of time in braces.
I wasn’t a fan of braces.
I actually ended up giving away 90 percent of my yarn. Just saving the needles or some expensive yarn that I thought I might consider selling on Ebay, etc. I broke my heart.
And then adding, insult to injury, I became pregnant and all of a sudden I was overwhelmed by this need to knit for this little bundle of cuteness. Â Fortunately, I had a couple of sweaters that I didn’t give away. Â So, they naturally went to the Peach.
But it just wasn’t the same. Â And every November I would pick up a little thing to knit and stop after a few rows. Â And it kinda breaks my heart. Â I know. It shouldn’t. Afterall, there are soo many other fabulous crafts out there. Â Sewing, quilting, needlepoint, crewel. But I missed knitting.
On a whim, last Saturday I picked up that sorry little sweater I started two years ago wanting a nice simple cream sweater for the Peach. I knit a row. And then another. And then another. And decided to throw in a cable or two.
With no pain. Albeit, I was taking breaks instead of knitting nonstop for a few hours.
I’m back! Maybe this time, I won’t be the crazy knitter who let knitting stand in the way of a healthy body. But at least I’ll have a sweater that I made especially for the Peach.