
My mother was a knitter. I have a vague recollection of losing a sweater my mother made me when I was about five years old. She was really angry at me but I just shrugged it off. That was the last time I remember anything handmade in our house until I was seventeen. Then my older sister got pregnant and my mother became a knitting fool. Lots of hats and sweaters. Different colors and styles. That was when she taught me to knit. My knitting phase was short since I have no memory of it. Or didn’t until I decided to pick up the sticks once again this past April.
I was Stumbling (which you can read about here when I Stumbled Upon a knitting blog. The knitter had up a pair of socks she had made. Not just an ordinary pair but a gorgeous, colorful, textured pair of socks that made me gasp. I wanna do that. And I wanna do it now!
So I went to a lys (local yarn shop for you guys not in the know) and told the gent there that I was a beginning knitter and needed supplies. He sold me two skeins of a lovely red yarn and a set of needles and I was off. I came home and looked up, on YouTube, “how to cast on“. A bunch of videos come up. I clicked one, watched and said no. Another…nope not that cast on either. Three was my lucky number. I watched the woman’s nubile hands cast on and I imitated her. I KNEW how to do this! One, two, three and I had 36 stitches on. Next was how to knit and purl. I found videos and found that knitting is like riding a bike. Once you learn, you never forget. I was thrilled to be able to do this.
Knitting has brought me a Zen like calm and thoughts of my mother who has been gone these past twenty years. I see how it probably brought her calm in a life that was riddled with disquiet and hardship. It made me understand the woman that I never got to know because she died before I got to know her as anyone other than my mother.
I started this blog to tell you about the joy I’ve found this year with knitting but it turned out to be a kind of memorial for a mother who I never got along with when she was alive but now am starting to feel a kinship with long after her death. Thanks for the knitting lessons, Mom. Those and all the others you taught me.








