Not only is life often lonely, but knitting reassures, to me anyhow, that a knitting life, which is oftentimes a lonely one, is incredibly lonely. If I am anything in my loneliness, I am a maker. If I am not writing, then it's knitting that calls me. The knitting life and the writing life can both be quite lonely. I knew that I should somehow try to bring these two lives together. I also knew that knitting blogs had helped to bring me to other knitting lives, some lonely, some not.
I love seeing what it is that others make, out of what they make these things and how, in the end, after the making-fact, they feel in relation to their made-objects. I imagine that they too, as I do, must feel a sense of awe. And the aweness, the astonishment seems to say, share. So I will share with others things that I have made and how it is that I made them.
What you should know about me: I am self-taught. I am afraid of other knitters. I am afraid of yarn stores for the fear that others will find me out. I fear that I do not knit the way it ought to be done, which is why I am hesitant to knit in public (but can't help but stare when I see others who do). (I stare in a way that says longing, longing for someone with whom to share my love of yarn and needles and knitting.) Everything that I know about knitting comes from what I have read about knitting--and so, to return the favor to those countless unknowns, I will write.
2 comments:
Thanks so much, Brigitte. That's an awesome idea.
I used to knit alone...now my ABQ SnB group saves my sanity! We have a good time, the women are smart, and not everyone there is going through Comps and other MFA craziness...a nice break from it.
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