When I was little I used to spend my winter vacation, which was always at least two to three weeks long, with my grandmothers who live in the same little Transylvanian village. It was a small quiet village, where time seemed to stop. There weren't any paved roads, and the smell of wood burning filled the crisp air as snow crunched under foot. It was the kind of place where in the winter it wasn't uncommon to see people getting around in horse drawn sleighs. For me, it was the idyllic place to spend winter vacations because snow covered everything abundantly and there were hills galore on which to use my handmade toboggan.
After a long day of flying fearlessly down winding roads and steep hills, I would curl up inside near the fire and watch my grandmothers take to their loom or their crocheting, or sit around with their friends in a knitting circle, discussing recipes and town politics.
It was then that I learned to knit. My grandmother patiently cast on for me and then showed me how to knit the rows back and forth. I loved sitting with her and her friends and neighbours, knitting, drinking hot rose-hip tea and nibbling on home made bread.
But that's where my skill level in knitting progressed to and stopped. I can manage to knit rows back and forth so that all I end up with are squares, scarves, rectangles...
We moved to Canada when I was nine, and that's one of the things I miss the most...just sitting and knitting with my grandmothers...and to think that if we had stayed there longer I might have been able to knit something with some sort of shape, form or function...perhaps a sock at least.
So here it is; my winter knitting...It's a rectangle in case you were wondering, and it will make up a rectangle blanket which will be made up of many sewn together rectangles. I will likely finish this by the time I become a grandmother, but that's okay by me, because every time I pick up the needles and the yarn I will be reminded of a much simpler time with those amazing women who taught me so much...
What's your favourite thing to do in the depths of winter that feeds your creativity, warms your heart, or fires up your soul?
Photo by me, unimpressive knitting...also by me.
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