Monday, June 11, 2007


I started this wimple last fall for my mother from Knitting in America as a take along project. I fell in love with it when I saw it in the book. I spent most of my time knitting on it while she was in the hospital. I didn't tell her it was for her as I wanted to give it to her for Christmas. All though the weeks as I sat knitting it in her hospital room, she kept telling me, in no uncertain terms, that it was a stupid thing to waste my time on. Well, I decided that I liked it well enough to keep knitting on it for myself. She died at the end of September. It got to be a real pain in the butt to knit on after that. I knit a bunch of other things, but couldn't seem to too exciting about working on the wimple. Well, I've been knitting on it again at doctor's offices and car shops. I'm about 1/3 the way around the bottom lace edging. It's getting there. I think I've finally figured out why I hated working on it. It's not that it made me sad because it reminded me of my mother. It's because all I could think of is "It was a stupid thing to waste my time on." Somehow, I got it in my head that it was stupid and senseless, not really practical, too. Well, you know something? I love this wimple. I still think it's beautiful. It's OKAY to make something just because I like it and it's pretty.

That being said, I am just waiting to hear back from a shawl Spin/Knit-Along that I want to join. I've never participated in any kind of KAL so this should be doubley fun to spin and knit. Probably a waste of time and certainly not practical, but by will be FUN!


Monika said...

I'm glad you like it again. I fell in love with it as well, and made a copy from the book, to knit someday.

Gramma Lori said...

You knit - there aren't enough beautiful, fun impractical things in life. just do it :)


AlisonH said...

It's absolutely beautiful. I'm glad you're working on it again.

My MIL used to harangue me every time she saw me, saying that knitting was a complete waste of my time. I finally looked her in the eyes and said calmly, I knit to make people feel loved. That they are worth that effort of my time.

She had simply never looked at it that way before. To her and I guess her generation, it was something you did because you were too poor to buy nice stuff. So now we understand each other better, even if we still disagree.

Your post teaches me to remember to be grateful for that. Thank you--and I'm sorry...I wish I could come offer a hug.