Wednesday, January 17, 2007
I'm reading a really good book right now - The Knitting Circle by Ann Hood - it's about a woman trying to recover from the death of her daughter who joins a knitting group. She learns that no one is without pain in their lives no matter what it looks like from the outside. For me, this book is very appropriate - this month marks 3 years since my mom died from heart bypass surgery. And that is also when knitting became a huge part of my life - I remember seeing a couple of women in the surgical waiting room knitting scarves - I thought - hmmm I used to do that and never gave it much thought. After the funeral, I had an overwhelming desire to knit so I went to my LYS and spent a fortune on a Noro Silk Garden blanket. Whenever I was feeling really bad, which was mostly all the time, I was knitting that blanket. And after I finished that blanket I knit the most complicated Rowan fair isle cardigan ever. It was beautiful! I gave it to a friend for her birthday. After my mom died, there were days I didn't get dressed, there were days I didn't get out of bed but I always, always knit every single day and have for most of the last 3 years. I've learned that the rhythm of the needles really can heal a broken heart.