My Knitting Hero – 3KCBWDAY3

Thank you to all the new visitors this week for all the comments. I’m really enjoying being part of the blog week, although I haven’t had as much time to read other blogs as much as I would like.

I would like to introduce you to the lovely lady in the photo above. You probably won’t have heard of her (although Gill – you probably remember her), but she is part of the reason I’m blogging about knitting here today. The person in the photo is my Gran, known to most as Gilly V. In case you were wondering, the child in the photo is me, the occasion was my second Christmas. You can tell it was a feast-day since Gran appears to be wearing a skirt, a most unusual occurrence.

Gran was a knitter, possibly even a Knitter. When she wasn’t baking cakes or reading endless stories to my little sister, she was knitting. It was the 1980s, so the available yarn wasn’t great. She mostly knitted on long straight needles in slightly scratchy acrylic, but the volume of knitting was impressive. My sister and I had bright red v-neck jumpers for our school uniform. My Dad had (or rather ‘has’ – I think he’s still wearing them) a multitude of tastefully cabled tank-tops. I’m sure there was a lot more that I wasn’t aware of as well.

I remember sitting at my Grandparents’ house, having turfed Gran out of her favourite chair, sitting, mesmerised by the click, click of her needles as the stitches effortlessly slipped between the needles. I don’t think she very often looked at the knitting, just sat, a little hunched, and let the knitting happen.

At one point, Gran decided to teach me and my sister how to knit. Maybe I had asked, maybe Mum had suggested it, I don’t quite remember. I do recall a Learn-To-Knit Kit with cheap plastic needles and 6 balls of acrylic in bright colours. Maybe the kit had been bought for me by someone else. I’m not sure. Anyway, Gran started me off with 20 stitches and I set to work. Of course, my little sister wanted to try anything I was doing, so Gran did the same for her. Being the more experienced knitter (by at least 10 minutes) I became somewhat of a mentor in my sister’s knitting world. Gran had gone into the kitchen to make lunch when my sister asked,

What happens when you have too many stitches?

Never one to remain silent when unsure of the correct answer, I replied,

Oh, that’s easy, just drop a stitch.

My sister heeded my advice (she learned later that this isn’t always wise), and when Gran returned, it was to find a very cross small girl with very holey knitting, shouting at me. Time has healed the psychological wounds resulting from this encounter with knitting – I don’t actually remember what happened after this. I am afraid to say, however, that I never touched another knitting needle for 20 years or so, although I did later learn to crochet.

So, apart from being my Gran, why is she my knitting hero? It really comes down to two things. First, for making the concept of knitting familiar to me, for introducing it to me and showing how it can be a part of life. When a friend (Hi Daisy!) showed me how to knit a few years ago, the lessons from Gran were merely dormant: my hands remembered and it all came back to me very quickly.

The second reason why Gran is my knitting hero is found in this photo:

My family is really into trains. Gran wanted to express this through her knitting, so she made an intarsia Thomas The Tank Engine jumper for me.

She made a second one for my sister.

Truly, this was beyond the call of grandmotherliness! I’m not a fan of intarsia, neither am I a fan of knitting anything twice (except socks and gloves – usually).

I’m fairly certain that Gran would be horrified at the amount I spend on knitting tools and yarn. She might call me a yarn snob and wonder why I knit nearly everything on lovely wooden circular needles. She would probably say that I should knit more for my children (they grow too fast – I like my knitted things to last…) and she might say that I should not waste time knitting fancy socks. I’m absolutely sure that Gran would be thrilled that I am knitting regularly.

Gran died when I was about 13, so I never got the chance to ask her about her knitting. I wish I could find out a little more about her knitting story, but I’m grateful for the memories I have.

[Edited to correct a numerical error]

Leftovers – 3KCBWDAY2

This post is part of Knitting and Crochet Blog Week: The Photography Challenge Day. Welcome if you are here for the first time.

I’m a big fan of knitting socks, but there is always the problem of what to do with those silly little leftovers. Here is a solution that I have found useful. I hope you will too.

Take a variety of leftovers:

Odd balls

Mix them up together:

Don't try this at home

Bake for a while until it looks done*:

Please don't put yarn in the oven

Perfect for a cold day.

One day this is going to be a scarf

If you want some more helpful instructions for this, try the Sock Yarn Blanket pattern by The Heathen Housewife.

*I wouldn’t recommend actually baking the yarn. Better to cook it more slowly using two pointy sticks and some mysterious waving of the hands. Works every time, and you usually don’t set the house on fire.


Colour Lovers

This post is my contribution to Day 1 in Knitting and Crochet Blog Week 2012

The brief for today’s post is colour, and my relationship with it.

If you were to ask me what my favourite colour is, I would probably say some sort of shade between green and blue, or sometimes deep purple. When I was looking down my Ravelry notebook to try and see what the predominant colour on my finished objects is, it is fairly clear that blue plays a large part. Nearly all the projects have blue in them, even if only a token amount. Most of the ones that don’t have blue have either green, purple or both. The thing that surprised me about my list of finished projects is that if you look for any colour, I think you will find something, even if only a few rows.¬† Admittedly, there are a couple of projects that help with this: my Winter Olympics project from 2010 covers many shades of yellow and orange that don’t otherwise appear. Thank you Zauberball!

So, how do I feel about the predominance of blue, green and purple? Is it something I want to change, or am I happy with it? It is nice to have knitted items to match other clothes I wear. Since most of my clothes also hover round the bluey-green mark, it seems sensible to keep knitting to match them, so I’m not going to go out of my way to avoid blue and green. I have, however, taken a couple of steps towards diversifying my stash.

One of the best ways of acquiring new colours to knit with is to buy yarn without knowing what colour it is. Sound strange? Not really, I’ve joined a sock club with The Knitting¬† Goddess. The first month was a safe blue-green-purple combo, then there was brown, bronze and pink, followed by yellow, red and pale blue. I would never have chosen them, but I’m enjoying knitting socks with the yellow, red and blue. Perhaps this will inspire me to diversify in the future.

A few months ago, when I last looked at the range of colours I knit with, I noticed a particular gap in the spectrum: baby pink. I have to say, I’m not a big fan of pale pink, although I’m getting used to it thanks to my small daughter and her amazing wardrobe of pink clothes. So here is one of my personal challenges for the year: to make wonderful pink socks… and wear them.

Knitting and Crochet Blog week

Coming soon:

I’m trying to write posts on all the topics for Knitting and Crochet Blog Week, that starts tomorrow.

Look out for some childhood photos, some ancestral intarsia and plenty more knitting tales.

In the mean time I’ve another 19 rounds of ktbl, p1, ktbl, p1, k3, p1 ribbing to do on two socks. Twisted rib is not my favourite thing in the world, but the end is in sight.

PS – Daisy, there will be photos of the heels when the socks are done.