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Knitwear and other homegrown goods.
Knitting Fulfills My Need... Not to be Not Knitting.
For as long as I can remember I have had a creative spirit; a longing to make new things out of the things I have and the things I know. As a child, I would write my mom poetic notes explaining my complex and completely unique emotions following a grounding or a time out. I'd make up songs, improvised and lengthy, and perform them for my family. Often, my brother would try to applaud the song to completion, presumably unable to bear the weight of such a profound and imaginative talent. In high school I would stay up into the wee hours of the morning weaving, beading, writing, sewing and reimagining thrift store finds. I made what some might call "hideous" halter tops out of old band T-shirts and called them "alter tops". Only my most devoted (ie:charitable) friends actually wore them in public, B.I.G. or Bob Marley splashed weirdly across their chests.
I went to college and studied creative writing and then, like many motivated and inspired young artists, I entered the workforce where my education was promptly deemed neither necessary nor financially prudent. I found myself working 3rd shift at a job that- lets just say- did not fulfill me. On the plus side, I had a lot of down time during those early morning hours- unless you count Monk marathons as up time. Several of my older coworkers were knitters and crocheters. They would sporadically make things for their grandbabies and or dogs. I had received knitting needles and yarn from my boyfriend's mom for Christmas one year but didn't stick with it long enough to make anything that I didn't want to violently destroy. Finally, out of 76% genuine interest and 24% boredom I decided to give knitting a real shot.
I did not have to go far to find a teacher. Sensei Lisa was a "serious knitter". A real craft gangster. I would marvel at her socks and occasionally sweaters. She made the most beautiful fabrics, one slow and steady needle-click at a time. I would find myself thinking "Why does she work here? Surely this is a valued skill somewhere! Am I the only one who wants to rub these socks on my face?!" She spun her own yarn and would spend months on a pair of socks, steadily adding to them when she got a spare hour or 2. I had a physical reaction, a soul stirring to the the poetry of the process. Each stitch represented a moment and a decision all its own, slowly adding to a strong and unifying fabric, lending itself at the cost of its own obscurity to a greater outcome and therefore giving function to all the other stitches. Dorky and overly analytic as ever, the metaphor motivated me as much as the Wisconsin weather did. So Lisa showed me the basics and then stuck with me, building on what I was teaching myself from library books and the internet.
I took to knitting like nothing I had yet discovered. My coworkers pretty immediately noticed that I had transformed into a complete fiend, knitting lumpy hats, lumpy scarves and lumpy dishcloths... If you wanted something lumpy in 2007, I was your girl. I was obsessive. I was making so much stuff so enthusiastically that I organized a winter-wear knitting drive for the local homeless shelter pretty much just because I had run out of room in my apartment and my family and friends had run out of heads. My hands could not keep up with my brain. I got better and lost the lumps. I started developing my own projects and making more complicated garments. I started writing patterns and Lisa would test them for me. Here I was all grown up and still crafting at 3am and making things for my friends to wear (although with noticeably less 2pac faces). That thing in me must be essential because it never went away.
I quit the job. I opened an Etsy shop. I teach knitting. I knit. I crochet a little. I sew. I write. I take photos. I also still sing but I tend to stick to other people's songs with established lengths now. Thanks to the support and influence of my family, my friends, my Sensei Lisa, my husband and, of course, Tony Shalhoub, I am doing what I love and what I might as well admit I can't stop doing anyways.
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I'm an obsessive creator. I just created that sentence. I teach knitting. I love writing. I just wrote that bio. Blam.
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