What I imagine when I’m knitting

05-06-19 knitprog 1

Haruki Murakami wrote an entire book entitled “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running”; I have never read it because, well, running? However, the title of this blog post is a nod to that book.

At its best, knitting, for those of you who don’t do it yourselves, is a soothing, mechanical hobby, which can lull your mind into imaginary worlds full of ponderings and vague, nebulous plans. One of the things I imagine whilst I am knitting is what life will be like when I have finished the project I am working on. I imagine wearing the finished object, what I will wear it with, where I will be when I wear it, how it will make me feel, how it will fit. Sometimes I imagine clothes I might buy to wear with it. Sometimes I imagine an entirely fictional self in a different world, wearing that actual item.

At other times, of course, knitting is a test of skill, dexterity, and calculation which leaves your mind no room for anything but solid facts. You need to keep hawk-like eyes on the pattern to make sure you commit no errors or omissions, you have to count your stitches repeatedly to reassure yourself that none have gone AWOL.

I have two projects on the go at the moment. The sea-blue cardigan is creeping along and I have not worked on it as much as I could have, or should have, this week. Instead, I have started knitting a cosy winter cowl for myself using the set of ten mini skeins of wool from Noodle Soup Yarns that I received at Christmas. I am calling this the Mama, Weer All Crazee Cowl, partly because the range of ten colours is not quite as harmonious as these first two suggest, and partly because working 300 stitches per row of knit one, purl one rib for somewhere around a length of 20 inches is an undertaking that only a crazee mama would consider.

Here is a close-up of the lovely sparkly wool from Charley of Noodle Soup:-

05-06-19 knitprog 2

I have one minor misgiving about this project: I fear I may get to the end and find that I’ve knitted a crazy, sparkly, multi-coloured boob tube!


A big shout-out to Slade’s song “Mama, Weer All Crazee Now” for the name of this project.


Hence These Tears…

The second stripe is the one I was working on when the news came through that one of my favourite actors had died: Paul Darrow, the man behind the wonderful character of Avon in Blake’s 7. Some of the sparkle has left this world, but it lingers on in memory and in this project.

“I am not expendable, I am not stupid, and I am not going.”
Avon, Blake’s 7,

If you’re not familiar with Avon, follow the link for a dollop of his sardonic wit – just try to ignore the lamentable quality of the video capture.

 

Word of the Week – Imagine

03-06-19 Imagine

If all goes to plan, my posts this week will tend to hang together with a theme of imagination, so “imagine” is the very best word to start off with.

I am a big fan of imagination; I think it’s very important to us as human beings. However, as we can see from the dictionary definition, it has a darker side, leading off into the realm of fancy, supposition and, ultimately, delusion. ┬áIt is important, then, that we each make sure we are aware of the ways in which imagination and reality co-exist, how each state can enrich the other, and where we are comfortable to sit on the boundary between living completely in the real world and living completely in a fantasy land.

Disillusion can also be a by-product of imagination and that is a state which can be abundant┬áin our modern life, where we are always striving for the perfect photo to illustrate our perfect description of the perfect something we have just bought, produced, or experienced. I’m relatively happy with the snapshot that accompanies this post, but the one in my imagination is a hundred times better!

I hope you have a lovely week and get something imaginative into it. If you pop by again during the week you will be able to read how imagination plays a big role whilst I’m knitting, and also my ambling thoughts about imagination and various popular planning methodologies.