Why I Knit

My mother taught me to knit when I was 15. In her day, she said, a woman knit in between romantic relationships. An especially heart wrenching breakup, followed by months of no dates at all,  could result in a complete ensemble of skirt, jacket, and short-sleeved shell. Matching bootlets. A cape if the guy married someone else, too soon.

Knitting allows us, mentally, to walk in a place different than a roomful of our problems. Daydreaming, by Steve Henderson, is sold, but it is one of many note cards available on the Steve Henderson Fine Art website.

I just knit to get through high school French class, which moved at the pace of its slowest student, an obnoxiously obtuse girl who spent the entire first semester repeating, loudly,  “C’est un livre!” (It’s a book. And she never, never studied the vocabulary in the one that she consistently left in her desk.) The second semester she progressed to, “C’est une fenetre!” (It’s a window.) I sincerely hope that she never became a travel guide.

But knitting helped me survive the boredom, my first project an orange baby jacket for a new nephew, using a yarn four times thicker than what was called for (what could it matter? I reasoned). The resulting garment was short and wide, more appropriate for a fat dog than a baby. Perhaps my sister used it as a changing mat.

Through the years, many of my projects wound up elsewhere than the body of the intended recipient — simply because I couldn’t be bothered to check gauge, which in the knitting world means that what I knit is the same size as what the designer who wrote the patterns knit. Wrong yarn, wrong needles, different technique — a lot of family pets enjoyed the cushy comfort of my hands’ efforts.

But eventually I grew up, admitted that now and then I needed to follow some rules, and began producing stuff that looked, and fit, like real clothing. And therein lies one of the two reasons that I knit:

I wear what I make. It looks cool. It’s one of a kind. And it lasts forever.

Okay, so that’s four reasons, but they stitch up into one garment.

The second reason why I knit is crucial, and it’s why I drop everything but the stitches on my needles whenever others express the remotest interest to learn (my beloved sister will never, never do this, alas):

Knitting enables me to survive through life’s toughest times.

Sometimes, life makes me feel very small, and vulnerable, indeed. Bold Innocence by Steve Henderson, presently available as an original and a miniature study on the Steve Henderson Fine Art website.

When I have prayed every prayer, thought every thought, cried out in my spirit and aloud out in the back of the property where hopefully no one but the beavers hear me (and God, please, definitely God), I knit.

If I’m doing something simple, I release my thoughts from their hamster wheel by forcing myself to concentrate on nothing else but, “Knit. Knit. Knit. Knit,” with each stitch, and “Purl. Purl. Purl. Purl,” on the other side. It’s a welcome break from “WHY is this happening to me?”

More complicated patterns require more complex thinking, like counting:

“One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four.” If that sounds repetitive and mindless, it is no more so than “WHEN will it stop? HOW will this all end?” and it’s certainly more comforting.

Really complicated patterns look like this: “Knit, yarn over, knit two together, purl, knit through the back loop, purl, slip slip knit, yarn over, knit. Repeat 14 times.”

With this on my mind, there’s not much room for too much else.

But as any knitter knows, your brain can devote 20 to 60 percent of itself to a repetitive task, leaving room for limited, random thought, and the gentle click click of the needles is mesmerizing, the feel of the yarn through your fingers intoxicating, the challenge of knitting faster, better, cleaner with each stitch invigorating.

Knitting frees my spirit and my mind. Into the Surf by Steve Henderson, presently available as an original oil painting on the Steve Henderson Fine Art website.

And all the time you are creating something that you can wear or use — the “sweater of pain” that one woman worked on while she waited for a family member to receive chemo treatments; the “socks of joy” that accompanied another knitter to every one of her high school daughter’s athletic games; the afghan that a third knitter, a nurse, worked on after each day’s too long, too stressful stint in the emergency room.

This is why I knit.

Collections of my essays have recently been compounded into two e-books,  Life Is a Gift and The Jane Austen Driving School — volumes 1 and 2 of the Ordinary Life Is Beautiful series, which also feature images of Steve Henderson’s paintings. Priced reasonably at $2.99, the digital book can be downloaded to your Kindle, iPad, iPod, Droid phone, and computer itself, the latter through a free app from Amazon. I’m small; I’m ordinary; I’m self-published; and I write so that you can have a smile to your day. Please support me, and pass me on.

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About This Woman Writes

Carolyn Henderson is the marketing manager of Steve Henderson Fine Art. In addition to her This Woman Writes blog, Carolyn writes a regular art column for FineArtNews, an online newsletter for artists and art collectors.
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4 Responses to Why I Knit

  1. oldswimmer says:

    Hey, Carolyn, here’s to knitting! I have my knitting in a cupboard right over my new bed (in the trailer at my daughter’s, now!) But if knitting is not handy, there is always weeding, which does pretty much the same mesmerizing function while working through a down time. I actually healed my tennis elbow by weeding back in the New Jersey front yard! PT, you know. i wonder if the folks who do treadmill work at gyms creates the same sort of therapy for their heads as knitting does? Just got my computer up and running this afternoon, thanks to my grandson who is a great tech. Cheers to all. Susan

    • Susan — here here! I agree, the weeding has the same repetitive effect, but I do so prefer the knitting, if only because I have something to wear by the end of many sessions! I’m glad your grandson got you up and running – I, too, appreciate my tech people!

      Best to you, and wishes for a wonderful weekend up ahead. — Carolyn

  2. Dianne says:

    E= All of the above. (In other words, me too.) Add to that thread crochet.

  3. cabinart says:

    My favorite of all your current essays, and the painting Bold Innocence might be my favorite of Steve’s current art. Circle the bases, Carolyn – you hit this one out of the park!

    I used to tat, resulting in pretty but fairly useless items. Learning to knit has been one of the biggest blessings of my life. it takes the edge off boredom, satisfies the multiple needs to fidget and be productive in tedious and irritating situations, soothes with its colors and textures, provides hope that perhaps SOMETHING might fit (and match) for a change, and prevents my brain from atrophying.

    Currently I may have the world’s largest collection of slightly weird sweaters, but it is gradually improving in the quality of fit.

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