I used to scrapbook. I had all the pretty papers and boxes of stickers. I had cute scissors, punches and cutouts galore. I would spend hours on just one page – months on one book. Sorting through pictures, learning how to write new fonts, and assembling my artwork was what I loved to do. I made a huge mess of my kitchen with all the scraps and bits and colorful strips of paper. It was so much fun.
But I don’t do that much anymore. In fact, I have used up all those fun supplies on kids art projects.
I used to quilt. I had yards and yards of pretty fabric. I spent hours coordinating this print with that one. I browsed quilt magazines and picked out my sewing machine solely on it’s ability to handle quilting. I invested buckets of money in cutters, rulers, and templates. I had drawers of pretty thread. I learned three ways to applique and four ways to baste. It was so much fun.
But I don’t do that much anymore. In fact, most of my pretty fabrics have been made into baby dresses, doll clothes, and children’s costumes.
I used to cross stitch. I had stacks of cross stitch magazines and could spend hours just looking at all those beautifully stitched works. I stitched during movies, I stitched when my kids were napping. I spend heaps of money on aida cloth and every color of embroidery thread you could imagine. I framed my art and made it into pillows and stuffed it into scrapbooks (see above…).
But I don’t do that much anymore. In fact, most of that floss has been used to make friendship bracelets and marrionettes out of stuffed animals.
Now, I was thinking of these things and wondering why I don’t do them anymore? Well, not really wondering, for the reason is quite clear. I guess pondering is a better word. I am a mom, now. My art has taken a back seat to my real passion – my kids. Scrapbooking makes more mess than is worth cleaning – I clean enough as it is. Quilting takes too long and is too involved for my tired attention span. Cross stitch is just worthless – I can’t make anything useful with it and therefore cannot justify the time spent on it.
Then came knitting. A passion that, rather than fizzling out, has grown steadily over the last few years. The reasons for this are numerous, for knitting has no drawbacks.
Knitting can be done one stitch at a time. This means that I can knit in between changing a diaper and kissing an owie – one row here, one row there, slowly building into a finished work.
Knitting is portable. I can take it to the park and knit while the kids play. I can take it in the car (provided someone else is driving, of course). I can knit while I visit friends and family. I can knit anywhere.
Knitting is useful. With this hobby, I provide warmth to fingers and toes, I cover diapers, I fill the linen closet, and I make awesome gifts.
Knitting is pleasing. The colors! The textures! The smells!
Knitting is versitile. When I am stressed, I knit something easy and it soothes me. When I am bored, I knit something interesting. When I am sad, I can knit something difficult to get my mind off my troubles.
Now, this is not to say that I will never return to those other hobbies. On the contrary, I hope that I do. Quilting, scrapbooking, cross stitching, as well as sewing, tatting, needle felting, painting, sculpting, spinning, dyeing… the list goes on and on. All of the things that I want to do again someday as well as things that I want to learn, I will get to that. For now, though, I am busy doing mom things. Schooling the kids, cooking, cleaning, having the time of my life in this time of my life – these are the things that I want to do now. And knitting fits in there perfectly.
Yup. Knitting is definitely here to stay.