The Year of the Sock – a reawakened knitter reflects on 2008
Saturday, December 27th, 2008Thinking just about knitting for the moment, pushing aside all thoughts of spinning, weaving and diverse arts, 2008 was all about the sock. I may have knit more hats, but I had the most fun knitting socks.
I know I’m not going to finish any more projects this year, so here’s the official count of what I’ve knitted to completion since picking up the needles again in August:
4 hats
3 pairs of socks
2 scarves
2 amulet bags
2 bibs
1 catnip mouse
There are a few projects that are still on the needles.
2 pairs of socks
1 scarf
1 tote bag
1 hat
And 1 sweater. Maybe. I haven’t decided whether to give up on the sweater or not. I don’t really like the feel of the yarn, and I need to rip back quite a few rows because I forgot a decrease. I might just weave something from the yarn instead, and spend time knitting things I enjoy.
I call myself a reawakened knitter. I knit as a child, because I wanted to do everything creative that my mother did. At college, my long red wool scarf was my signature style, a blazing accent in my otherwise black wardrobe. I knit a lot in those four years, from mittens to afghans. I learned that by keeping my hands busy, I was able to listen deeply to my professors and retain what they said. I drifted away from knitting, busy with my career and my life. Shallow times.
The Rinebeck years, starting in the mid 1990′s, brought me back to fiber, as a spinner and weaver. My mother reawakened to knitting, so I had an outlet for my handspun. I picked up the needles again in 2006 and got half-way through a scarf before stepping into the role of my mother’s caregiver. Let me tell you, it’s not like you would imagine it to be. No long hours of knitting while she rested. I was managing the household, staff, endless doctors’ appointments, and so many hospital visits. She kept on knitting, until the last few days of her life.
I finished that scarf from 2006 back in August, and started knitting socks. Knitting is the only way that I can meditate. I have to keep my hands busy so that I can still my mind. Although I enjoy the social aspect of knitting circles and spinning guilds, there is nothing like an hour of quiet knitting. No thoughts. Only stitches.




