An earthworm’s adventure

Today, my knitting was taken to the Staple Hill Oak where I lunched with Mum.  As I continued moss stitching my violet-coloured scarf, Mum told me about how she had looked after my nephew and niece during the previous evening.

“I told Sam a Willy The Worm story”, she said.  These stories are a family tradition.

When my brother was growing up, Dad would tell him bedtime stories about Willy.  By the time these stories began, I was already old enough to read myself to sleep so I guess I missed out on them.

I suspect that when Dad began a story, he had no idea what would happen next – and Mum admitted that since taking over his role as storyteller, she too cannot tell how the plot will unfold.  Which I would imagine would make for an interesting experience.

Anyway, this is the story that Mum told last night:-

“Every Wednesday, after Willy The Worm’s mum had taken him to school, she would get on a bus and disappear into the unknown.  Willy would watch her leave and long to know where she was going.

One day, he decided that he was going to find out.  So, when they reached the school and his mum was looking the other way, Willy The Worm jumped into her shopping bag and hid at the bottom of it.  Then he travelled on the bus all the way to his mum’s mysterious destination.

It turned out to  be the local community centre.  Willy The Worm wriggled out and found that his mum was knitting.  And so were all the other worms sitting around the room.”

“How can worms knit?” asked Sam.  “They haven’t got arms”.  “Well, they’re clever like that”, said Mum (probably because she hadn’t a clue how they managed it).”Anyway”, continued Mum, “Willy The Worm’s mum was very surprised to see him.  ‘What are you doing here?’ she said.  Willy The Worm whispered, ‘I was worried that you had found someone you liked better than Daddy” (GOSH – that’s sad!).  Willy The Worm’s mother laughed, and Willy felt extremely happy.”

I wonder what she was knitting.

As I’ve been writing this, I have come to realise that even though I missed out on Willy The Worm during my childhood, my Mum did actually tell me one of his stories today. What a nice treat for a 54 year old!   So I now feel that I have been given the chance to revisit my youth and catch up on lost opportunities. And the scarf is also an inch or two longer than it was at the beginning of the day!

 

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Knitting encourages the pollination of ideas

It does!  Knitters share views, opinions and creativity.  A knitting encounter can send you off in an entirely different direction along life’s road.

Last July, I organised a community knit at a local festival.  For a donation of 50p, participants could choose yarn and needles, and knit whatever they wanted.  The end results would go towards a community collage.

I didn’t get enough pieces to create an entire collage, but I hope to be out there again this summer.  The day though, was fun.  I learnt so much from my fellow knitters.  One crochet fan told me about ‘scrumbles’ – pieces of crochet, about hand-sized, that are just – well – crocheted.  With no plan, no pattern – the crocheter simply sets off to see what will happen.  Apparently, it acts rather like a meditation.  Since learning about them, I have discovered a number of websites that deal with scrumbles – some of the works of art that have resulted from all that glorious randomness are quite jaw-dropping.

Another knitter told me about a yarn journal that had been suggested to her.  You choose a window in your house.  Each day, you look at the sky through that window and knit a few rows containing the colours you see out there.  At the end of the year, you will have a knitted meteorological memory strip that I guess you could use as a scarf!

Yes – knitting certainly stimulates the imagination.

And of course, these ideas were exchanged because it is also so sociable.  Knitters are usually a friendly lot, despite so many groups being described as ‘knit and bitch’.  Last autumn, we enjoyed a holiday near Hebden Bridge in Yorkshire.  We deliberately took our time about things, leaving the car parked and walking everywhere.  One morning I ambled across to the village’s excellent coffee shop to find the village knitting circle in full swing.  “May I join you?” I asked.  I was warmly welcomed and spent the next hour or so amongst strangers who treated me as a friend as I shared in their stories of babies born, ailments endured and aspirations realised.  That was a good, good holiday, but that morning – and simply being invited to BELONG – is one of my favourite memories of that time.  Got quite a bit of knitting done as well!

 

 

 

 

 

 

A scarf in sweet violet hue

Today I kept one of my regular appointments at the oncology hospital.  My condition is well managed and I enjoy good health, but in order to maintain these positives, I need to be monitored fairly frequently.

The hospital is very, very busy and I am rarely seen on time.  It’s just one of those things.  But the staff are wonderfully compassionate and courteous -and they work so hard. I think I am extremely lucky to have access to such excellent care.  Because of this, I have decided to turn these appointments into positive experiences.  So I now refer to the waiting room as the knitting room, perceiving it as a place where I can produce some good work whenever I go there.

Today I have been knitting a scarf for the Shoebox Appeal.  It’s in moss stitch – nice and easy, but more interesting than plain garter stitch.  And I have been using the most wonderful deep purple yarn which is exactly the same shade as sweet violets.  In fact, you can almost smell those violets as you work!  By the time I was called in, I’d knitted a few inches and had enjoyed some good interactions with fellow members of the chemo club.  And my good friend was there too, so all in all my time in the knitting room was well spent.

And excellent news – my scan results have revealed that I continue to be in good health.

Later, I walked part of the way home, which included an amble through the local woods.  They are now a dreamy mist of bluebells, amongst which windflowers, primroses, and celandines also bloom.  And – there were plenty of violets as well!

 

 

 

A-choo

So much for being an itinerant knitter, roving around with a roll of yarn.  During the weekend, I developed a horrid flu-like thing.  I have been trying to knit from my slumped, sneezy position – but really, is this hygienic?  At least I haven’t mistaken my knitting for my handkerchief, but all the same, I think it prudent to wash the finished product…

The project in question is a pair of gloves, complete with fingers.  I’ve never made them before and I am mindful of the endless possibilities for confusion – fingers joined together etc etc.  Perhaps I will end up knitting gloves for something webbed – perhaps a frog or a mermaid.  Something immune to the common cold.

Anyway, not much else to add to this post.  Was really just looking for sympathetic responses towards my sick state…

The Object

I don’t knit because I’m particularly good at knitting.  I knit because it feels so…cosy.  I recall winter afternoons when I was a kid, sitting in the living room.  The house would be quiet, except for the regular ‘click click’ of Mum’s knitting needles.  It was a contented sort of sound – and so I guess I associate knitting with peace and homeliness which is as good a reason as any to plain and purl away at my own creations.

And I must confess that those creations are sometimes more miss than hit.  There was the scary experiment with mittens where the thumb appeared in all kinds of anatomically improbable places.  Doubtless, there is a being somewhere who would find those mittens a perfect fit, but they probably don’t inhabit this particular galaxy.

Despite my many failures, I still plough on with my efforts.  Someone once said to me, “You haven’t knitted a mistake – you’ve just yet to find out what you’ve knitted”.  My cupboards contain many such mysteries just waiting to be solved.  Well – if the human race didn’t work out quantum physics and String Theory until the 20th century, then it is quite understandable if some of my yarn theories are going to take a bit of time to sort out.

Which leads me to The Object.  You can see its photo below.  I haven’t a clue what it is.  I can’t even remember what the original pattern said it was going to be – it’s that far from anything I recognise as an acceptable accessory.  But perhaps The Object can have a purpose all of its own, and that is to stimulate the imagination.

So I invite anyone who is spending a few wasted seconds on this blog to play the game.  Look at the object below.  Then try to imagine what it COULD be.  I am sure the possibilities are limitless.  No vulgar suggestions though – this is a respectable blog, after all.

If you want to comment on your suggestions, then please do.  It would be wonderful to find out what this really is so that I can put it to its proper use.

Thanking you all in advance.

 

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