The leaves are turning a bit. As our weather becomes crisper, I am reminded of what inspired me to knit. The fall always brings back memories of when I was a young girl and wanting to play outside. I would dash out the door without my gloves or hat, and barely a jacket. Feeling the burn on my little ears from the biting cold, I’d try to ignore the fact that I needed anything besides my little legs. My mother would quickly call me back to the house. I’d be fitted with a thick hand knit hat and cozy knit gloves. As a child, we try to ignore the fact that we need comfort and that playing is the center of our world.
As an adult, I keep going back the memories of how I was loved and cared for. Learning to knit was a part of that for me. Now as I full time knitter, I cherish the fact that I can outfit my loved ones with the same simple accessories that I needed as a child. I want to cloak then with hand knits, to shield them from the cold. Though, in the back of my mind I feel my mission is more than that. Secretly I want to protect them from the harsher times of life. Of course, I would never tell my family this! But if the world could be a little more knitted, I think we would all feel a little warmer.