Having been a gamer and whiling hours away playing online computer games (and I mean HOURS and HOURS) I have nothing to show at the end of it to say I have a hobby. My boss and several other “normal” people think I’m a weirdo, some kind of freak because I have this weird “habit” with games. They think it is uneducational, it is isolating and unhealthy. At the end of the day I’ve made friends with people ALL over the globe, I’ve travelled to meet people I’ve met gaming and I’ve had people I’ve met gaming come to the UK and meet up for a raucous evening of fun and laughter.
But still, at the end of the time I have nothing to show for it.
With knitting - well I’ve only recently taken it back up after a 20 year gap.
My beloved gaming has suffered, it has been cast aside while I look at the intracacies of how things are put together in yarns from acyllic eyelash yarn (yes I started back knitting with the hardest possible yarn on earth but I was determined to make my mother a scarf), to the softest of cashmere and merino. How you can make things and then shrink them (without thinking of the horror stories of shrunken sweaters in the past) and watch as they go from giant unusual looking gnome shaped hats and transform magically into thick warm cosy clogs that fit on feet!
I am fascinated with the end products of knitting and I love that we can follow this weird set of dots and dashes in a chart, or language on a page that would make a non knitter go crosseyed and say “huh?” (think of SSK or K2tog, yo) to produce something warm, wearable and fabulous (even if it didn’t turn out like the pattern). What we do is art.
I don’t care that people think I’m some kind of kinky wierdo with some strange fetish when I talk about going to Folkestone in Kent to learn to spin (they instantly think of spinning as in the new fad in exercising on fixed bikes) and feel up sheep fleece. I can see them having visions of this overweight bird in lycra cycling shorts running round the countryside worrying sheep while she tries to feel them up. I can even see them looking at the headlines in The Sun newspaper “39 Year old Woman arrested in Kinky Sheep Worrying incident.”
OK sorry I’ve rambled too long in this post. The upshot is.
I like knitting cos it’s fun