After receiving a pair of mittens from Janet, Ben's grandma, I was inspired to learn the art of knitting. I picked up Stitch 'N Bitch, catchy eh? and learned how to make a slip knot and cast on stitches, and from there I continued knit stitching row after row for two and a half weeks until viola! A beautiful gray scarf. Of course I knew from the moment I made that slip knot that this was something I was making for Ben. What a way to be happy by seeing someone you care for wear something you created.
How much more addicting can this be?! Back in the day, women were definitely not knitting out of enjoyment, rather out of necessity. It was one of the things they could do that would not endanger them and guarantee their children to not be motherless. They could also put it down (to cook, clean, care for baby) and pick back up where they left off.
Thank goodness times have changed. I wouldn't want to be wearing the same pair of knitted socks my mom made 5 years ago... or be forced to knit for the family. But even though I knit for fun, I do feel that old-fashioned wholesomeness and motherly/womanlyness that is quite pleasing... I think you would just have to pick up a pair of needles and some yarn to understand what I'm talking about...
