Tis the season to think about what we are all thankful for. I know that I am full of gratitude in 2019, even if the world seems to be falling apart every news cycle. If you are reading this blog post on some sort of a device that connects to the internet, you have things to be thankful for too. Someone always has it better and someone else has it worse, but being able to be thankful for what you have now is a what the present is all about, isn’t it?
The flowing movements gracefully creating purls, yarn overs, and knits as though they are nothing. I am grateful for the nights that my fingers ache and I am forced to set my knitting aside to take care of my favorite tools.
I am thankful for my hands. It would be easy to write a whole post on just how thankful I am to have my hands. They are not the strongest nor are they the most steady, but they are what gets me through this world. They are experienced knitters who know the dance that creates the fabric on my needles without thinking. The flowing movements gracefully creating purls, yarn overs, and knits as though they are nothing. I am grateful for the nights that my fingers ache and I am forced to set my knitting aside to take care of my favorite tools. These hands are the only ones that I will ever know and I am grateful to them for expertly shaping the world around me.
I am thankful for cold weather. Chilly winter winds are what keep family and friends wanting a warm hat or cozy shawl. Frosty mornings kept at bay by a woolen sweater give me purpose for my knitting. If it weren’t for the cooler seasons, there would be no reason for me to knit night after night for the last 15 years of my life.
I am thankful for superwash wool. The fact I can toss my handknit wool socks into the dirty laundry without pause or worry about whether they will come out child sized gives me ease of mind. There have been many ruined knits in my lifetime and I am grateful to say that none of my knits have been felted unintentionally for the last several years thanks to superwash wool. Plus, it is a dream to dye on!
Chilly winter winds are what keep family and friends wanting a warm hat or cozy shawl. Frosty mornings kept at bay by a woolen sweater give me purpose for my knitting.
I am thankful for the sheep who were raised for the express purpose of growing wool fibers. While these sheep do not give their lives in order for humans to have warm wool, there are more ethical and less ethical practices when it comes to shearing sheep. I am thankful to all the farmers who do their work honestly and do no harm to their flock.
I am thankful that my preferred yarn breaks down over time and does not pollute the earth with more plastic. While there are questions over the ethics of wool vs acrylic yarn, I am grateful that my warm knits will eventually break down and will never harm the Earth. Something about the fact wool and plant based yarns come from the Earth and will inevitably return to her is soothing to my mind.
I am thankful for each and every supporter along this knitting journey. I was 10 when I started knitting, 16 when I first started working at a LYS, 17 when I started my first knitting blog, and 23 when I started Unicorn Yarn Co. I have met so many people who have given me a great deal of sage advice over the years and it is because of you that I have gotten here. It is because of the fans who purchase yarn or patterns, the supporters who comment and like photos, and friends who listen to my knitting woes that I am able to do this. Thank you.