I realized this week that watching television without knitting in my hands is pretty close to impossible. It’s not the lack of knitting, however, that makes it so, but the lack of quality programming. With knitting, I can sit through pretty much anything. (Gritty urban drama about drug abuse, joblessness and/or teen pregnancy, taking place Somewhere up North, being a notable exception.) With knitting in hand, I’m embarrassed to admit, I am really none too discriminating about what I’m willing to sit through. Of course, I’d rather be knitting than not, but without knitting it seems I’m rediscovering some standards, and that’s not a bad thing.
Thank you, knitsibs, for your support over the past week. I know there are many things more important than the question of whether or not one is able to knit. Home. Family. Whose turn it is to hold the remote. All that jazz. Still, it’s heartening to know that you understand, even more so to know that other knitters have faced similar physical injury issues and come through to the other side. I’m taking all your advice gratefully on board, and am actually feeling a little better this week. There’s less pain. Not knitting appears to be working.
Meanwhile, those who’ve been urging me to make productive use of the time without knitting (Read: shut up and go paint something) will be happy to know that I’ve been doing just that.
Some good things: My familiar arrangement on the dining table – painting at one end, knitting at the other – works every bit as well substituting just about any other needlework project for knitting. What’s more, I can spin! Not on the wheel, not yet, but using the Spindle Ship is possible for short amounts of time (in all things, moderation) and the ‘ship has been flying this week. I’ve broken into my super special stash of fiber, and am spinning up The Good Stuff. (That’s camel down on the spindle.) I have some lush fiber in the queue, much of which I’ve been “saving” until I was a “good enough spinner”. Guess, what? I’m good enough.
Two years ago, while on the SeaSocks Cruise to Alaska, I watched everyone (okay, just Jasmin) buying up quiviut fiber, and I wanted some so badly. I’d never spun such a short staple fibre before and I was nervous about buying any, not wanting to waste money if my skills weren’t up to it. Jasmin asked what sorts of short staple fiber I had spun, and my answer was, “Um… none… but I have some!” Her advice was to practice on the fiber in my stash, the camel, then the angora, followed by the Mongolian cashmere, after which time I ought to be ready for that quiviet. I thanked her for her advice. My wallet thanked her. Tonia thanked her most profusely.
Two years on and I am finally, finally breaking into the good stuff, starting with the camel down. It’s a different sort of spinning than I’m used to, but I’m getting the hang of it. I can’t spin for very long, but even a few meters a day is a few meters more of camel yarn than I had yesterday. It’s reeeeeeeally soft and I am loving spinning it. But the best part is that it’s pretty hard to feel deprived of ANYTHING when you’ve got your hands full of luxury fiber.