Just like Moriarty says to Holmes in the preview of the upcoming season of “Sherlock”…”Miss me?”.
Don’t even ask me where the time went, sucked into the vortex of some Einsteinian black hole I imagine. And here we are racing toward the holiday juggernaut. Some of you are in a frenzy of holiday knitting: a cowl for Boopsy, mittens for Junior, a scarf for Gramps. To which I say Bravo! And bah humbug.
Because you see I am essentially a selfish knitter. I like to knit things for myself. Who, after all, would appreciate my handnits as much as I? On the other end of the spectrum is Beth, who I believe knits one out of every hundred or so projects (her monthly tally) for herself. Margaret has been known to give something off her neck to someone who admired it. Danni is pretty even handed I believe- her mantra is “one for me, one, for someone else, one for me, one for someone else” and so on. Laura Ely whips out adorable knits for her grandkiddies in the blink of an eye usually while weaving a Nantucket basket or two. Laura Eckel knits for others AND helps others knit for others. That’s taking knitting generosity to a whole new level. Only Pam joins me in the selfish knitting corner, but at this time of year even she knits away for family.
That leaves me, the knitting Grinch, grumbling in the corner that all this holiday cheer is taking time away from my knitting. MY knitting for MYSELF. I think I became the knitting Grinch for three reasons: 1) no one ever really asks me for anything knitted, 2) when I do get the rare request it goes something like “Mom, do you think you could knit me one of those (indicating a fisherman’s sweater) for Christmas?” This was a real request and it was asked around Thanksgiving. Um, no. And 3) the last time I presented someone with something I knit, a cashmere wrap which I gave to my mother, I found it stuffed into the back of her drawer, and not, as I felt it should be, framed under glass with an armed guard standing watch over it.
I think, however, that maybe I should learn from Dr. Seuss:
Then the Julie-Grinch
thought of something she
What if her presents, she thought,
didn’t come from a store.
What if her handknits
really do mean
a little bit more…
Okay, next year. Maybe. I’ll think about it.
Julie, WY's Do-bee and store wordsmith.