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Eat. Drink. Knit.
Sep. 8th, 2008 10:50 amNow I know what someone who occasionally watches Star Trek, or has seen the Star Wars movies, and quite liked them feels like when they step into a Science Fiction convention hall. Because that was how I felt like at the I Knit day. I, who barely know the English terms for all things knitted, and only know a little more German terms, in the middle of a crowd of people talking about, buying, selling, having presentations and talks, and all about knitting.
What surprised me was not how many people were there, but how many diverse people there were. Or rather, women, because men were few and far between. Young women, old women, of all manner of dress, from many countries.
You see, I was taught knitting at school, and then forgot about it. I always thought I would not have the patience to actually finish anything more demanding than, say, a scarf.
I took up knitting again when I started listening to audiobooks, because I had to busy my hands in order to be able to really listen. And then I knitted while watching Biathlon. I was looking at yarn in shops, and at patterns online and in libraries. I became a knitter.
A closet knitter, if you will.
Just as I was a closet Science Fiction fan until I went to my first ever convention and realized, hey, there's more like me around in the world!
You should have seen the yarns for sale at the I Knit day. I defy anyone with a sense for colour and touch not to become smitten by some of them. Beautiful stuff, but alas, also very expensive. Still, looking at the prices for clothes here, a hand-knit sweater out of nice yarn would cost as much as one off the peg, and be much more exciting and "me".
Yes, I bought yarn. Yes, I even bought sock yarn. As the button we wore during the day said, "I knit, therefore I am".
What surprised me was not how many people were there, but how many diverse people there were. Or rather, women, because men were few and far between. Young women, old women, of all manner of dress, from many countries.
You see, I was taught knitting at school, and then forgot about it. I always thought I would not have the patience to actually finish anything more demanding than, say, a scarf.
I took up knitting again when I started listening to audiobooks, because I had to busy my hands in order to be able to really listen. And then I knitted while watching Biathlon. I was looking at yarn in shops, and at patterns online and in libraries. I became a knitter.
A closet knitter, if you will.
Just as I was a closet Science Fiction fan until I went to my first ever convention and realized, hey, there's more like me around in the world!
You should have seen the yarns for sale at the I Knit day. I defy anyone with a sense for colour and touch not to become smitten by some of them. Beautiful stuff, but alas, also very expensive. Still, looking at the prices for clothes here, a hand-knit sweater out of nice yarn would cost as much as one off the peg, and be much more exciting and "me".
Yes, I bought yarn. Yes, I even bought sock yarn. As the button we wore during the day said, "I knit, therefore I am".
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