I’m going to confess something (and I bet you won’t be a bit surprised). I totally went off knitting for a while. For months. I actually hated it for a bit. I said to my friends & family, I don’t care if I never knit another stitch in my life. I ruthlessly went through my stash and projects, and gave 99% of them away. I kept two projects – my handspun knee socks, and Blair in cherry red Martha DK. I kept no yarn at all. Everyone said to me, its the time of year, you’re enjoying sewing more now, but come the autumn, you’ll want to knit again. You’re wrong, I thought. So wrong. I worried about it, because how bad is it to be a yarn seller and not knit?! But I really, really didn’t want to. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted to knit (or wear). I’m not a sweater kind of girl. I like knitted socks, but I’m not that keen on making them. I have a lot of shawls already. I resigned myself to it, put my knitting bag away, and kept quiet.
And then the weather changed. It started getting chilly. A shawl was suddenly very good to wear, warm but light. I’m not a fan of coats, I don’t like to feel restricted. I realised that I don’t actually have enough shawls, I need them in several more colours. I cast on Bakau in Audrey 4ply. Oh my goodness, Audrey 4ply. I don’t know if I’ve ever knitted with a more amazing yarn (and that includes Sophia & Eva). It was heaven. Like knitting with butter…… but less gross. The pattern was fun too. I zipped along. And before I knew where I was, I was enjoying knitting again. I started queueing patterns. I started pinching yarn from the updates (well, wouldn’t you?!). I have a stash again, this time all Posh.
Now, all I want to do is knit. Sit by the fire, listen to a book or some music, and knit. My sewing machine is gathering dust. I’m halfway through several quilts, and I’ve lost my drive. It seems like so much effort, compared to curling up in a chair and quietly knitting. I guess it really is all seasonal. Knitting is a very hibernatory thing (what, that’s a word!) to do. Very cosy, very gentle. A bowl of soup, as opposed to a salad. The seasons are leading me. That’s okay. It’s nice to be multi faceted.
Look how pretty!