I don’t think I’ve ever knitted as much as I’ve done this past fall. So much so that knitting in class is probably the thing that I’m most known for at the SRC. They all love me for it (I think), except for Phil, who never misses an opportunity to call me a grandma.
Photo taken by Jessica at our first master’s potluck at the center.
It’s a way to relax. To get all the rioting thoughts in my head to fall into line, or at least shut them off for a moment. I’ve almost developed an addiction. I now feel wrong, just sitting. Hands idle.
I’ve produced quite many pieces, too. I finished a sweater. Two pairs of mittens. Two baby hats. At least eight potholders.
I also did some spur of the moment shopping in a hobby store and ended up becoming a mass producer of plastic bead earrings. Sitting with tweezers, placing the tiny beads in the right pattern can be really nerve-wrecking – and exhilarating! No one is safe from my homemade gifts.
Add to that all the toffee wraps that I wrote on – my right index finger is a complete mess! When I massage the knuckle, it’s as if something is pulling on the nerves in the entire finger. It doesn’t hurt, per se, but it is really uncomfortable. What if all this handicraft has harmed my right index finger in some incurable way? I really need to re-think this old-school house-wife addiction of mine.
Katja Malmborg 