"Grandma, will you teach me to knit?" This request from Zach, my grandson, was on my mind on our recent trip to Portland. What led me to knit? I had no grandmothers. But there was Meta Weigert, an older family friend. She and her husband had come to St. Louis as German-Jewish refugees in the late 1930s. I'm sure it was the combination of her seeing that we both could use some companionship and a European bias about 13 year old girl should learn to knit that brought me the gift of her fiber expertise.
Reason One, then, is that Handcraft is very satisfying for itself. Reason Two--the connectedness with others--especially, my grandchildren. Fills the granny-less debt in my own past.
If I'm a good European-style knitter, it is thanks to Meta, my excellent teacher. At five, Zach is not quite ready to learn. I'd thought finger knitting might be a start. But that's harder for me than regular knitting! So we just played with Matty, the Bear, the stuffed teddy I'd made last winter and his two sweaters.
I was surprised that he especially likes to button and unbutton one of the sweaters. Together we wrote a story about his bear and my Roxy Robot mechanical toy-- purchased before there was a real life grandchild named Roxie! As we wrote a story about our respective toys, I thought additional clothes might be good for Matty.
Zach agreed to my bringing the sweater home so I could have an idea of size for a pair of Matty pants. The pattern is for "Jeans" in Sandra Polley's The Knitted Teddy Bear. Adjusting for yarn thickness, I did only 25 stitches for each piece.
And the half reason I knit? To pass the time as I wait in line to mail the new pants and sweater to Portland. Here I am passing 20 minutes at the Columbia Post Office . Is your P.O. like mine: many customers, no clerks? But there are more of them lurking in the back; are they shy? The arm of the Federal government that administers Medicare needs to do some oversight on the mail.