I used to knit any time I was still. Thinking about complicated cables is how I went to sleep during rough nights. I’d fondle yarn at my local yarn store. I mastered lace knitting and breastfeeding. I’d see a pattern and have to start it. I’d start it, hate it, rip it, and look for a new pattern. No regrets. I was moving on to a new fiber love. For years, you’d find a half-finished sock in my purse. If your car was stuck next to mine in a traffic jam, you might have seen me knitting on it. My husband used to think my knitting was a problem. I was always occupied with a project as we watched tv. I thought I was paying attention to him, the program, and my project. He’d argue that I was zoned out on the knitting. He might be right. Might… I’d read blogs by people who used to knit and think clearly they didn’t love it as much as I did. Why would I ever quit?
And one day I did. I don’t even know why or when. A project didn’t get the best of me, I just quit and didn’t start another one. For a while I’d still browsed the knitting books at the bookstore. And one day, it was the last place I looked and sometimes I never did. I still carried a sock with me, but worked on it a little less each week. Until one day, it was taking up space and made my purse heavy. I just stopped.
This weekend I had my sister go through my yarn stash. Whatever she didn’t want was going to Goodwill. That’s a lie. I’ve saved three skeins for sentimental reasons. One day, I’ll use them. When she came up with her haul, she reminded me that I had this yarn in a sock weight. We’re camping soon and I want something to keep me busy. I thought about starting a sock. Easy. Requires no attention. But I pulled out two differently colored socks and I had no desire to have a third unfinished pair of socks. Noro known for its beautiful and uncommon color combos. The self-striping effect makes it a good choice for a simple design. This little number (non-Rav link) has been in my Ravelry Favorites for years. The ric rac design reminds me of my Grandmother’s afghans. On Sunday, I decided to give knitting a chance. Casting on felt like hugging an old friends. The purls and knits formed as easily as my steps to the bathroom in the night. Knitting is like riding a bike. For the time being I’m happy that I decided to jump back on.