Because this pathetic storage attempt:
Can be turned into this:
And although I knitted what I thought was a size 12/18 months pullover, it fits my 7.5 month old grandson pretty well…
But the beauty of knitting is that I can add to it! I I have another ball of the stuff (Knit Picks Stroll sport) and am heading off to Cape Cod soon, so I’ll just knit a few extra inches so he can keep growing into it.
Mostly what I love is that knitting provides loads of memories. You remember knitting all those special things. I even remember what movie I was “watching” when I knit a particular sweater. I recently visited my mom and we went through some old photo albums. She remembered the colour and the yarn and when and how she knit every sweater that we looked at. My parents lived through some tough times in communist Hungary and then fled in 1956, leaving pretty well everything behind. While in Hungary, my mother had to be very clever and frugal, usually taking apart old clothing to make new stylish pieces.
She started young:And quickly got the hang of things. All her sweaters were knit without a pattern, just based on something she saw or used to own, and she figured it all out for herself. Think about that the next time you are searching for a pattern to knit wrist warmers!
Here’s a more detailed shot.Even the button is covered with knitted material. And it had angled slash pockets, mirroring the neckline. I thought she bought this one, but no, she knitted it, possibly using bicycle spokes the yarn is so fine!
It even had a front pouch for pockets.
Look at that collar! I mean, look at it!
All these sweaters were knit with incredibly fine yarn, and completely professionally finished. A bit later in life she worked in a knitting store in Montreal. She brought in some of her garments to show her level of knitting ability and was hired on the spot.
The neckline is a zigzag sewn on at each point. Later she added sleeves and then later yet she took the whole thing apart and my sister used the yarn to knit herself a shawl-collared pullover. My mother was never overly sentimental about her knitted things and routinely unraveled them to make new things.My sister and I had matching knitted jackets, when we outgrew them, she frogged them and knitted one houndstooth patterned jacket out of them.
And this dress later became a sweater, she just adjusted the little skirt part of it (and that is some LITTLE skirt, yay 60’s)I won’t be unraveling and reknitting any of my sweaters any time soon (unless they turn out to be truly wretched) since I can afford not to, but I love the idea that I can. And I can make something new or something better. It drives me nuts when I hear people say they are “afraid” to try a technique or a style or whatever in knitting. If it doesn’t work, tear it out and start again, for crying out loud! What is there to be afraid of??? The yarn won’t be wasted and actually your time won’t be wasted either because maybe you’ll learn something new.
So get out there and KNIT!