Just Because It’s Spring Doesn’t Mean the Knitting Stops

It’s getting warmer. Here in Texas, spring is late. I’m not complaining. Before you know it we’ll have triple digit temps and knitting will seem silly. Well, not really silly, but it won’t be as much fun as it is in the winter.

I took a much needed break from the bamboo silk yarn and knit a few wool, mohair, and recycled cashmere scarves.

Mohair cowl
Aubergine Mohair Cowl

Then I was ready to get back to the bamboo silk.  I missed it.

For the first time in years, I knit something I didn’t love. It didn’t hang right. It was bunched up looking, and strangely limp. I was disappointed. I wanted to unravel it and try something else. I decided to block it first and see if that helped.

Bamboo silk cowl
Sea Blue Cowl with Lace Pattern

It did, and now I love it again.

There’s something to be said for the magic of blocking. Depending on the fiber used and the pattern, sometimes it truly does turn a lackluster piece into something worth saving.

Snow Knitting

I feel like a true knitter. There’s snow on the ground and I’m knitting. I had to go to New Mexico to find this snow, but I have become legit because of it.

I’ve been knitting for over thirty years. I’ve knit hundreds of things, and even make money selling my pieces. And yet, it takes snow falling from the sky for me to feel legit, kind of like a white Christmas adding authenticity to the holiday.

Snow on pine trees
The view outside my window.

Most of my knitting has been done in Texas, though I learned to knit when I lived in Switzerland. My children were babies, and knitting was something I did to keep them warm. There was a lot of snow knitting in those days.

Until the past few years, and since returning to Texas twenty-odd years ago, knitting was mostly relegated to our short winters. One hundred degree temps and day after day of blazing sunshine are not conducive to knitting with wool. Even worse, the kids slowly became old enough to realize that mom’s bulky hand knits were neither practical nor cool enough to wear around their friends.

But now the kids are grown and they love the things I knit for them. They’ve brought two additional adults into the family to knit for these past few years, and maybe one day there will be babies to keep warm once again.

Everything comes full circle.

The kids

What is it about knitting on a snowy day that adds authenticity to the activity? Is it the same as when I felt I wasn’t a “real” runner until I ran a marathon? Just like running on an overcast day with cool temps and no humidity, there’s nothing I’d rather be doing on a rare snowy day than knitting. For whatever the reason, it makes me feel real.

Knitting. Running. Family. My top three in a nutshell.

With my daughter, Dominique while cross-country skiing–and, yes, I’m wearing one of my scarves!

Quite simply, this is what it’s all about.¬†Surrounded by my family, I knit in front of an open fire. It crackles and spits, and my knitting grows. Outside my window, the snow comes down in a steady rain of beautiful white flakes.

It’s definitely a day meant for knitting.