OGT DAILY Day Two Hundred and Fifty Seven KNITTING

I learned to knit at ten years of age literally at my grandmother's knee.  My first masterpiece started as a scarf with ten stitches across.   The finished piece had 50 or more and lots of holes.  Oh the trials and tribulations.   But by the time I was twenty I could piece together a sweater and made quite a few.  I'm proud to say both of my infants wore a pristine white baby cardigan with an eyelet stitch.   I love the rhythm, precision and accomplishment of knitting even if I never became terribly accomplished.   It was a way to bide time, that was restful and easy to carry.

Somewhere about the time I became a working woman, when my kids were more grown, I lost interest and found it tiresome.  Half finished sweaters and things without sleeves littered my baskets.  Maybe it hurt my wrist.   Maybe I just found it boring, but you couldn't get me to pick up a set of needles.  Then my good friend Sara learned to knit and began making socks.  She made me socks and dragged me to knitting stores.   Soon I was back in the saddle and after two years I've picked up the last sweater I started and it's nearly finished.   As I go through this intensive period of work in the studio there is nothing more soothing to me than the steady, easy pulse of the needles and the yarn.  A rhythm learned at my grandmother's knee soothing to the brain and soul.