Fibre Folly


One of the things that get me juiced in life is knitting. Don’t worry, dear non-knitter. This is not turning into a knitting blog. There already are plenty of those for the yarn addicts among us, ones with intriguing titles such as the Yarn Harlot or Knit Fast, Purl Young.

So even if balls of yarn and wooden sticks are not your thing, stick with me. After all, people often relate to their passion in other contexts. A VIP at my previous company used to sing at annual meetings. I heard The Beermat Entrepreneur deliver a business keynote themed entirely around The Beatles. So here you have it, a post on knitting.

I read an article the other day that addressed the perception that knitting is an old-fashioned pursuit, a ‘nana craft’. The author went on to point out that whilst previous generations may have done it out of necessity, the days of knitting to save money are long gone. My pocket book can attest to this. Especially if you shun acrylics, there’s pretty much no way you can knit something cheaper than buying it ready-made in the shop. So really, knitting today is a luxury, both in terms of the fancy yarns you can buy and the leisurely hours you devote to it. After all, the wartime generation hardly clicked their rosewood needles wrapped with cashmere or baby alpaca on a lazy Sunday afternoon. So knitting today really is more metro and less retro than you might think.

It’s also good for balancing your root chakra. Like gardening or drumming, but significantly more accessible. You can’t really feel the rhythm and pull a drum out of your bag on a busy train, but you can grab your sock-in-progress in a flash. And unless you pick a horrendously complicated pattern, knitting gives you time to relax and unwind and to make something beautiful in the process. Sounds like an all around win-win to me.

I believe I will be treated to some Lilly-free time this afternoon. I shall sit on the sofa and submit to the knit.

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