These last couple of weeks I have been craving knitting as solace. There have been long days at work and long evenings tucked up at home in the studio with the laptop and moments where I can feel that to do everything that I need to do for work, and everything I need to do to be the mother I want to be, and everything I need to make me me is pushing at the boundaries of my stamina, even with my rather cavalier attitude to sleep.
And when life gets to that sort of level of busy I need to find the time to knit more than ever. Knitting lets me fidget efficiently; I can let my fingers do their thing almost subconsciously while my brain unpacks the day. I’ve never got the “knitting is the new yoga” thing, mostly because I’m horribly inflexible and I find yoga fun but really hard work, but I’ve heard people find it meditative and that’s how I feel with sticks and string in my hands.
And when we’re talking knitting for restorative purposes it needs to be simple: garter stitch and a pattern that I can carry in my head.
Which is why over the last couple of weeks I’ve been knitting dishcloths. They tick all the boxes: small, portable, easy pattern (the classic that is Grandmother’s Favourite) and almost entirely garter stitch. I can usually get two dishcloths out of a ball of Sugar n Cream and three balls (Daisy, Sunkissed and Swimming Pool) makes a nice little stash for the kitchen drawer. A ‘happy housekeeping’ present for H perhaps.
And I know there must be people reading who’re thinking “baby cardigans, cute; socks, could be cosy; but dishcloths?” Yes, dishcloths. I use them for wiping down the dinner table and the kitchen counters, and when they’ve done their wiping they go in the washing machine with the tea towels and come out again as good as new.
The nubbly purl side bumps are great for gently scouring the stove without scratching it and from an environmental perspective I think that even taking into account the laundry, I’m probably coming out ahead. The last time I made a serious stash of dishcloths, using up all my odds and ends of cotton, was when Kitty was a tiny baby. They’re just wearing out now, some five years later, not a bad return on a few hours.
But more than all of that, they’re just really pretty and fun to have in the kitchen, and anything that brightens up the prospect of cleaning up after the girls have been baking can only be a good thing can’t it.
Joining in with Crazy Mom Quilts for Finish it up Friday and Frontier Dreams for Keep Crafting On