Determined!
My first socks
Tiny threads on little sticks…
Can it be possible? Cast-on taking days..
Finally, my dpn’s formed into a triagle, my knitting starts!
Round and round, my sock grows into a realized dream!
I worry as I start the heel flap
Then suddenly, it really is turned!
Final steps…. Kitchener!
Success!
by Vandy
Shoot.
Miscrossed the cable
And it’s the third time.
This pattern hasn’t settled in my brain,
I can’t feel its rhythm in my fingers just yet.
Take a break, I’ll come back to it later …
… Now I’ll pick it back up and see.
I think I can hear it,
My fingers feel it.
Let’s knit.
by Kate
Yarn:
Such tactile pleasure!
Such gorgeous colors I see;
Such raw potential present in each skein.
Entering the shop, I am enthralled by so much choice.
I don’t know how to stop myself from touching them
or squeezing them like Mr. Whipple and Charmin.
I take a deep, cleansing breath.
I check my wallet -
I shop!
by Hillary
Rhythm.
Click clack click.
On off up down turn.
“Knit purl slip purl knit” is Making.
Frick a stick slipped! Sloppy sliding, twisting stitches, passes fumbled,
Dance steps muddled. Missed, but not yet lost: heartbeat rhythm.
My pulse saves me; my beats guide me
Back to packing each stitch smoothly
Knit purl purl knit
… and slipped.
Mom’s
yarn and needles
and patience — I learned knitting.
And once I understood the knit/purl
I thought that was all the skill I’d ever need.
One simple garter stitch scarf, striped brown, white, and coral.
Ugly, but I flung it around my neck
Proud of myself and my creation
It matched the coat
I wore.
By Christine
Craft
I eagerly anticipate
putting together a new project
Beginning with pattern and the perfect yarn
natural acrylic color weight simplicity I weigh my options
I find planning almost as fun as the project itself
Journeying store to store, the pieces come together
Supplies collected, I can finally begin
In contentment I craft
My creation
By Kathy
Socks
The perfect pattern
eludes me despite best efforts.
Cast on, rip back, try again, oops.
I’ve used search engines and lurked in forums and groups.
How long must I look before my efforts are rewarded?
Don’t get me wrong, the ones I’ve seen
are nice, if only yarn cooperated.
Will I give up?
Absolutely not
by Debra
Waiting
can be hard
but my moment will come
She’s fully absorbed… focused on her work
Her fingers deftly maneuver needles and yarn. She pauses only
to untwist an errant strand, dancing freely from its skein
I’m poised to strike; my victory is near
She doesn’t notice my watchful gaze
My wait is over
I pounce
By Kathy
STASH
It started innocently.
And somehow’s taken complete control.
Never just say no, rather more,,, more…
Always seeking, duplicating, combining, aquiring, more and more but then……
When the dust settled, the parcels ceased, shopping carts empty.
Like a dreamer I shook off the sleep.
The funds gone, the house mortgaged.
The purchasing was complete……
SABLE achieved!!!!
by Wendy
Malabrigo…
Pure merino wool.
Soft intense strands of color.
I love the subtle changes of hue.
My shinning needles lovingly slide into the purples and pinks
caressing the handspun and hand dyed fibers without any care
about the creative hands of women in Uruguay.
I breathe in the rough beauty.
As my anxiety lifts
I smile.
by Vandy
Loops
through other loops.
Wrap around, under and through
forming fabric and patterns from straight string
the simple giving way to complex, and all just loops.
Formed by needles and hands, minds and hearts—and yarn.
Mere twists and turns, slipped over and under
somehow making something more than itself.
Making warmth, memories, feelings,
weaving life.
By Lisa
Tangles…
lengths of wool
wrap around in messy clumps.
Feverishly I attempt to stay in charge
but find myself drowning, winding downward as I am pulled
by the force of the mighty yarn that controls me.
Sweating, again I reach for my knitting needles…
Lost in this colorful fiber world
I try to conceal
My fear.
knit.
only four letters
in this simple word, yet
the resulting action is often thought profound.
tiny stitches, each building onto the next, each an affirmation
of the knitter’s love. or sorrow. or her violent rage.
i use knitting in ways many find unusual.
sometimes i knit only to destroy
the maddening voices screaming
deep inside.
by tonks
Hats
Why so many?
I can’t wear them all.
Oh, but they are so quickly made.
A few hours, a hat is complete during two movies.
Finishing a cardigan, though rewarding, will take me many months.
Lace and Fair Isle take more concentration than
My three active children will allow.
Until they are older–
More hats.
Breath
It leaves me
As I open the door.
The yarn store always leaves me intoxicated.
My heart beats faster as I move to the wool.
My senses filled as I reach out for a skein
And surreptitiously caress it against my cheek.
Drinking in colors– bright and muted,
Solid, striped, and marled.
Delicious obsession.
Twist
Watch it happen.
Multiple, aligned fibres slip, slide.
Long draw running through my fingers softly;
travel past the flyer’s eyes, then wrap around a bobbin.
Twisting, winding, filling, evenly, smoothly; woolee winder makes it so.
Plying doubles, triples, opposite spinning for perfect projects.
Lastly with a tailored niddy noddy
skeins are made by
twisted sisters.
By Leslie
Cable
Twining around itself,
It writhes across the fabric.
Graceful curves and complex spirals work together
To create a beautiful serpentine landscape, until that fateful moment
When I discover that the last twist twisted left.
Six rows back, do I drop the stitches?
Can I pick up AND twist?
Must I rip out?
Paradise lost.
Wool
My dear obsession
Sweet heady aroma of nature.
Strong spongy fibre of life’s pure survival.
Covering against cold harsh elements of time.
Without wool in my life I would be an incomplete.
Wool connects me to my ancestors and their legacies.
Fingers yearn to touch the strand of connection
to a time before I was here in modern time
a knitter.
Qiviut
Soft, warm decadence
from the underbelly of a
musk ox, who thought it could be?
It’s eight times warmer than the fleece of a sheep.
The fluffy, fine fibre flows through my fingers like silk
onto the spinning wheel bobbin it gently twists,
making it’s way into beautiful yarn.
My knitting needles lie
in wait.
Addi
Turbo circular needles,
everyone says I should own
some of these knitting tools, nay, instruments
of sheer beauty, which with rhythmic clicks and glistening smoothness
speed every creator through her projects almost effortlessly.
Do they slide through loops of
fibre, emitting a saber-
like sound?
Thanks to knitbloggers and knit forum peers everywhere for inspiring this poem, and to Brenda from Cast On and Dave from Chub Creek for using and creating this sound effect.
I don’t have Addis yet, but they are my next knitting equipment purchase.
