I was very grateful, during the events of this week, to have the comfort of knitting. I knit through all the news reports (and turned them off when they became too much, and kept knitting). I knit every evening after stress-filled days at work. By the end of my workweek, I’d finished the Pine Forest Baby Blanket:
In case you’re curious, this pattern, available on Ravelry, makes a quick and easy knit, and could be adapted to make a scarf. It’s based on the Gull Lace pattern in Elizabeth Zimmerman’s February Lady. The yarn is Knit Picks Cotlin in Swan. It knit up into what I wanted — an easy-care, lightweight blanket perfect for summer. Cotlin lacks the sheen of mercerized cotton, but the drape is nice, and it’s inexpensive.
So, on Friday, I strung the blanket on blocking wires (not strictly necessary, but a nice way to even out the edges for gift presentation), and went to run errands. While I was out and about, I listened to the radio news reports out of the Boston area. I craved more knitting comfort. As it happened, my errands took me near my LYS, so I decided to stop in. I found this neat yarn, Mountain Colors Twizzle, colorway Headwaters:
It was soft, squishy, and comforting, and the colors were intriguing. I figured it would make a nice cowl or scarf, and bought it to add to the stash. As I finished my errands, I’d occasionally reach over on the passenger seat and squish it while I listened to the news.
I hadn’t planned to knit up the new yarn right away — I’d planned to continue working on the second Charoite Mitten, instead. I put the yarn in my sewing room and went about my business. But I kept coming back to look at and touch it: the interesting colorway, the inviting cushiness. “I’ll just wind it up and then go look for some candidate patterns, and then keep it parked,” I thought to myself.
After browsing some patterns, I decided on Prickle, a moebius cowl. I tried to go do some other things around the house, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the yarn and cowl. Then, it dawned on me — my antidote to anxiety and sadness over sobering national events is usually creativity. When I was finishing the baby blanket, I was thinking about the baby my sister-in-law is creating in her womb, and the blanket I’m creating for him or her. I was now fixated on the moebius cowl because I’d never made one before — I’d be expanding my creative abilities if I knit it.
I sat down with the yarn and needles to learn Cat Bordhi’s moebius cast-on via her excellent YouTube video, and I was off and running after that. Knitting the cowl has certainly been the antidote I wanted — soft, comforting, and creative. It was the right diversion just when I needed it.