Sometimes knitting sounds like a fun thing to do. Especially when you have five-hour flights and lots of idle time. That's when having a few sticks and some wool is sanity saving because there's only so much ginger ale you can drink. And because there's just something about the repetition of stitching that is soothing and therapeautic. Like a soak in the tub, but then! At the end, you have gifts. Handmade gifts. And I don't know about you, but I love receiving handmade gifts. And I love giving them. They're just so freakin' special!
Here's the thing. I was always a hooker. OK. A step further. A crocheter. Well, one day I decided enough was enough and with the help of a knitting wonder, I made one sock. Then a few months later, I made the other. All. By. Myself. I'll just say it. I'm quite proud. Here's why. My mother was a knitter. She knitted thousands? of socks in her lifetime. People all over have socks made by her. It was her thing. And happily, now it's mine. Hooker turn stitcher. I think Ma would be happy.
And the stitching continues because learning a new thing is fun. And people need hats too.
I will say (and you might not agree) that knitting is so much more versatile than hooking. And there's something about those little v-shaped stitches that delights my liver. Yes. My liver. If I could, I'd stitch a cosy for it.
Cheers to all the other hookers and stitchers who just love the feeling of fiber between your fingers. And anyone who enjoys taking material - ANY material - and making something beautiful. I'd give you a hug if I could.
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