Knitting Therapy

I am such an avid knitter that it should be included on my About Me page. Perhaps I’ll edit that soon. I learned to knit when I was 8 years old. My aunt taught me. Aunt Jean was a purposeful lady. If she thought a thing should be done, it would be done. She was a no nonsense lady, too. Got a job? Tackle it and get on with it.

Her grandchildren called her Heidi. Her name wasn’t Heidi, it was Jean. But they called her Heidi because every time she went to see them or vice versa she would greet them with a rambunctious “Hidy!!” So that’s what they called her. I thought that was adorable. My grandkids call me Grammie or Nana. Not as exciting as “Hidy” now that I think about it. I love hearing “Nana!” just the same.

She decided when I was 8 years old that I should knit. Now, one point I need to mention is that we did not live near her. We saw her annually or perhaps bi-annually, but on one visit she decided that I should knit. So, she taught me to knit, and I knitted. That was that.

To my amazement (and perhaps hers as well) I took to it like a duck to water (I know that is an overused analogy, but there it is). I knitted something for everyone. My two sisters loved Barbies. I did not. So I knitted them blankets and pillows and rugs and anything else I could think of that involved yarn. Everyone got scarves the first couple of years. Then I branched out to all sorts of things. I loved making mittens and moved on to sweaters at a young age. At 13 I made my dad a sweater vest. Yes, you read that correctly. A sweater vest. But that’s not the best part. It was white with an orange pattern across the center. Yes, white and orange. I feel the need to apologize to him now.

 

Knitted ELately I have been making baby blankets. I happened across a website a couple of years ago, when I was caught in the dish cloth cycle, that had patterns for blocks containing one letter each. I knitted a baby blanket using 12 blocks and spelling out the baby’s name. The first one I made was for my 2nd grandchild, Alexander. I was hooked. I then made my first grandchild a blanket. Then along came #3. Then it was a co-worker’s baby, and the list goes on. I love them. Absolutely love them. I just finished three in a row. And I still love them.

But I’m ready to do something other than blocks. I have knitted a plethora of dish cloths. Then I made a few adult size afghans that we 12 large blocks with each block and different, beautiful pattern. They turned out lovely. However, I need a block break.

Last year I took a break from blocks and made a very patterned shawl for a friend of mine, it contained three different cables and patterns in between. So rewarding.

Then back to the blocks. People keep having babies.

I don’t know what’s next, but I want it to be fun. Someone has asked me to do a pillow that looks like a fox for their child. It is super duper cute, but to be honest, it is just two blocks.

Regardless what I am knitting, it is a lovely form of therapy. It is peaceful and rhythmic and productive. I need to get started on something.

Any thoughts for me? (That is not an opening for requests for knitted gifts.)

Patricia Meyers
One Who Knits

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2 responses to “Knitting Therapy

  1. I am not a knitter but learned to crochet a pair of mittens as a child. I did not take to it like a duck to water. Thus no knitting or crochet therapy for me. But knit away!

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  2. Aurora

    I crochet and learned it as a 9 year old from my aunt and like your love of knitting, I love to crochet! It is very therapeutic and a great place to “put” your mind when you need to take the crazy that might be there and put it somewhere — I call it mindless productivity. 🙂 Great post, Pat!

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