This week's blog comes courtesy of My Michelle.
I’ve grown up in a family of knitters – my sisters knit, my mother knitted, my grandmother knitted, Richard’s mom knitted, my sister in law is a fabulous knitter and I am sure there is a much deeper legacy if we go back in the family tree, of knitters. Some of my most prized possessions are those little keepsake sweaters and baby blankets that my mom and sisters had knitted for each of our children upon their birth. I have those tucked away and ready to pass on to our children when the time is right, and they bring little ones into the world.
I had mentioned before, that my mother had a severe stroke several years ago now. In her home, there is a small wooden chest that was made from a refurbished piece of furniture from her childhood home, and in it she had stored all of her knitting books, needles and odds and sods. I know there are some little buttons she had picked up to put on a sweater for one of the grandkids in one of the drawers, leftover yarn from projects she finished in another little corner, vintage pamphlets and patterns that she either made or always planned to get to in the bottom drawer, but time got away on her.
Richard’s mom, so proud of her son going to Queen’s University, knit him this amazing tricolour scarf – it must be at least 12 feet long, with this knotted fringe, you can wrap it around your neck several times and have lots of length left. A lot of love and pride went into it’s making. Every homecoming weekend we were able to attend, we would dig out that scarf and Richard would put on his Queen’s jacket and we would blend into the crowd of other proud graduate students out to cheer on the Queen’s Golden Gaels football game – belting out our “Oil thigh…..”. When our daughter was accepted at Queens, Richard passed the scarf on to her and it had a place of honour and on display in residence at Victoria Hall, and later in her student apartment and it will carry on there for another couple years as she does her graduate work at Queens. Oh, the stories that old scarf could tell! My sister in law who is a world class knitter, knit me this amazing fair isle sweater from a pattern I had found in an old British magazine. I wore that sweater for many years on my treks around Queen’s campus, the envy of many I am sure! I still have that sweater and wear it every fall.
I have also been known to break out the needles now and again and knit. I don’t seem to remember a time of learning to knit, it was just a natural thing, I think I just kind of learned it from watching my mother knit. As a university student and when money was tight, I remember making home knit gloves for all of my friends at Queens, with these pretty cables on the wrist – I was pretty proud of how they turned out. I remember knitting Richard this dark green sweater one year as well, again money was tight, but that sweater was made with love. We were married for 7 years before we were blessed with our first son, Jonathan and it wasn’t an easy pregnancy. I remember my younger sister had knit me a little lumbar pillow to help me get comfortable, I still have that little pillow tucked away. My older sister Dianne knit a beautiful christening shawl for our children, and it is a treasured family heirloom.
But like most things, it’s hard to find time and energy to knit when you are busy with juggling a family with 2 careers, commuting, pursuing graduate school, and raising a family. Now and again over the years, I’ve made a project or two, but it has really been since Richard was diagnosed that I’ve started to pick up the needles and work on a few things. Stress knitting you might say. I’m really into knitting home made socks, and always looking for a challenge, I have worked out a few original designs, borrowing something from this pattern, and something from that pattern and working out the math (yes I manage to work in the geekiness, being a science girl at heart), to create something new. I finished a pair and sent it to our daughter at Queens to keep her warm shortly after he was first diagnosed. I’ve finished 4 pairs while he was on the first round of chemo. Knitted a sweater on the 2nd round of chemo. Started more socks on the 3rd round of chemo – I was in a bit of a knitting obsession you might say. Then as the news got worse, the knitting started to drift away. Richard and the kids keep trying to get me back on track, gave me some more wool for Christmas and a beautiful knitting bowl to hold my yarn, a few books and patterns, and yet it still sits in the bag. I have a beautiful sweater I started that still sits on the needles. I seem to have lost the spark, and I don’t know why.
I think it may have something to do with how knitting is more than just knitting to me. It’s creating something for someone to give away, for them to enjoy and wear, often attached to life milestones or holidays. My subconscious (well now that I am thinking about it) my conscious mind, is kind of blocking me because I don’t want to associate this next project with the troubled times we are treading. I think the day will come, when I’ll be able to pick up the needles again, and maybe then the rhythmic motion, stitch counting, and creating will bring me comfort. I have a whole queue of projects and people waiting for things, not the least is our son Josh and a nice toque (I haven't forgotten Josh),
Maybe I can make something from my mother’s little dresser and have a part of her with me or give away to my siblings, we miss her so. Maybe I can get that Queens scarf back from Sophie and give it a place of pride around my neck and celebrate the many happy memories of a family well loved, and my Richard.
Knitting is like a little bit of home to me,
Love Michelle
