I've knitted more (and more skillfully) this year than any other. Many of you might know that my mother was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer in January (this would be her fourth
bout with cancer). It seemed so bleak in the beginning, but she's doing extremely well -- after some radiation and chemotherapy, her numbers look good and she feels healthy and happy. It hasn't been a walk in the park, obviously, but it's been so much better than we expected. Further proof that for the women in my family, cancer is not a death sentence, it's merely an inconvenience.
I share this because it explains my lack of art and abundance of knitting. I went through this feeling of total hopelessness and helplessness, and the idea of drawing seemed so stupid and worthless. The best thing I could ever draw would only be a drawing. But knitting hats -- people need hats. Hats keep heads warm, they serve a purpose. Knitting beautiful hats made me feel useful at a time when I could only stand by and hope.
Drawing is important for me, and it does matter. It keeps me healthy and happy. But there's something especially therapeutic about knitting, too, about having a pattern, having math to refer to, to make a perfect object, and for it to be functional.1 | 2 | 34 | 5 | 67 | 8 | 91. seismic hat2. heisley hat3. beachwood hat4. seabird hat5. rolled oats hat6. chillicothe hat7. bedford hat8. willoughby hat9. bike trail hat
Several of these are still available on Etsy
, if you'd like one.