Why I knit, #29

powells, stephanie pearl-mcphee: knitting in line by cafemama.

[Funnily enough, this is a line for exactly the same sort of thing I’m talking about, only in a different location, and taken by cafemama, who I do not know, but feel camraderie with, as she and I  have obviously shared a similar experience, along with thousands of other knitters. Hooray, knitting!]

Because it is flexible.

Knitting really is flexible. Aside from the obvious, that knitted things stretch to fit stuff (if you’ve ever tried to sew knits, you know of what I speak), the lifestyle itself is also quite flexible.

You can:

Knit with friends or alone. The experiences differ, but the knitting is the same, regardless of the number of participants (though all of you knitting on the same object does create some logistical issues).

Knit anywhere that doesn’t require you to pay attention closely. That is, at a cafe, at work (on your lunch hour, of course), on the bus/train, in a car (not while driving, please, though folks I know knit at red lights), in the hospital, at IKEA, or wherever else you choose. While walking. In line waiting to see knitting celebrities (we have them, non-knitters, and they are awesome, so halt your nay-saying). I suppose you could knit while in labor, or on the toilet (not a bad idea, but I’m not admitting to it), or even in the bath. I would not recommend knitting while running from the police, mowing the lawn, or playing tennis. Or using a rowing machine (Jennie, this means you).

Experiment with a wide range of materials, tools and design. You can choose from wool, cotton, silk, bamboo, alpaca, angora, cashmere, etc., blends of those things, or plain old acrylic (also often blended). You can choose yarn weights. You can choose pattern styles. You can choose ways to combine these things into (eventually) finished objects. And you can knit with an assortment of needles in an assortment of materials and finishes. Whatever you want.

Be anybody. President of Burundi? Go for it! Grandma? Go for it! Lumberjack? Go for it! (Am I a giant dork? Totally! But I knit, too.)

And you can learn in a variety of ways, from a variety of sources, and you’ll probably end up in the same place as much of the knitting world, which is to loop yarn through itself using two sticks, and coming up with something relatively useful, regardless of knitting English style or Continental style (or some other style), or whether you learned from a book or a class or your great-aunt Margaret, or your best friend or the internet.

Pretty neat, huh?

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About HappyGoth

By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish. I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob. Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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2 Responses to Why I knit, #29

  1. Dude, we need to totally invite the President of Burundi over for knitting and Bollywood. Just to have done it.

    • HappyGoth says:

      I was thinking we should invite Eddie Izzard at the same time, but then I think we might end the universe.

      Or the President of Burundi. Or perhaps Eddie Izzard. The outcome is messy, in any case.

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