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Sip Sip Knit

I take notice of the different stitches that make up my sweater.  A rib stitch, garter, and purls.  I like to look at how things are made.  I want to know what someone had to do to create such a work of art.  It’s not hard for a knitter to create this sweater.  The stitches are quite simple.   However, the hard part is preparing, reading, and envisioning the final product.  It’s a labor consisting of countless hours of needlework and determination.

The gradient colors have both muted and bold tones.  A garment that can be worn with almost anything.  Careful thought must have gone into the sequence of events.  The rolled cuff, the high delicate neck and the short, abbreviated shrift. Almost too short to hide my ample belly.   I turn the cuff to see the wrong side as a contrast to the outside.  To see the stitches more defined, a mirror image.  It is soft and flexible, mimicking the outside perfectly.  I could wear it inside out if I wanted to.

Knitting is my passion, a place where I lose all sense of time.  My mind can wander a bit while I count rows and stitches. The exercise of deep thought and nimble finger work wipes the slate clean like a deep meditation.   You can see the work unfold into a fabric of delight.  Oh, it can be painstakingly tedious at times as you calculate how much more work needs to be done. However, the sense of accomplishment keeps you going until you pick up the needles again.

This art form requires a playful imagination.  From finding a pattern to picking your needles and yarn.  Yarn shopping for knitters is Nirvana.  We buy, buy, buy whether we need it or not.  Temptation has led me to a stockpiled, overflowing yarn stash.  There are so many options, textures, weight, and yardage.  How do you want the item to look?   How do you want it to feel?  I prefer natural fibers of Marino wool, alpaca or angora.   If matched right with the pattern, you’ll have complete success. That’s if you don’t drop stitches or miss an instruction.  And don’t get me started on colors, that’s a whole other funhouse.

My skill is ever evolving.  I try patterns that are more difficult to stretch my knowledge. I knit for self-satisfaction only.  I’m often asked to knit something for someone because they’ve liked what I made. I really don’t like doing that.  Mainly because I knit very slowly and only knit for myself or the occasional gift.  If I were to put a value on my time and effort, not to mention materials, no one would be able to afford my stuff.   But I do give in every so often to be nice.  Afterall, it’s easier the second time I create something I suppose.

It’s time to start planning the next project.  Maybe a sweater.  I will take out my tools and a glass of wine, and knit, knit, sip.  The night is young and there’s rows before I sleep, rows before I sleep.

 

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What I Know

They say write about what you know.  I don’t know what I know.  I guess I can do laundry, fly an excel sheet, take care of a dog, raise two children, chew gum and walk, give up smoking, take up vaping, kill a bottle of wine, knit a sweater, take out the trash (if I have to), almost balance a check book, recite lines from a movie, walk like a chicken, sing badly, play solitaire, half read a book, edit video, send an email and attempt to “dress for success” (not usually done well).  Are any of these things worth writing about?

Instead, I sit at the keyboard trying to dream up an interesting topic.  Find one thing that makes you want to keep reading.  Are you still with me?  Good.  I’ll take baby steps to figure out where I’m going with this.  Kick around a few ideas.  Do you want to see me walk like a chicken?  Probably not.  Can I interest you in a spreadsheet demo?  No.  Maybe some dog tricks?  I’m at a loss, as I fidget and scratch my back with a pencil, wondering what to put on this blank screen.

Here I sit in the glow of the computer.  The 11 o’clock news is on in the background, with the dramatic music to make everything seem urgent.  The dog lies at my feet, breathing heavy, ready for bed.  My laundry basket sits in a dim corner of the bathroom, overflowing with a hint of yesterday’s odors.  I take deep drags from the vape blowing out stress and anxiety, thinking about what needs to be done tomorrow.  I know, I’ll make a list, YES a list!

Not like a “bucket list”, but much simpler.  You know, take notice of how I do things, and try not to do them anymore.  Live in the moment as they say.  Do all the usual stuff, but do it differently, better.  I will think of it as a “don’t” list.

Here goes:

  1. Wake up and don’t dread the morning.
  2. Take a shower and don’t curse your body in the mirror.
  3. Have breakfast, and don’t forget the medication.
  4. Go to mass and don’t fall asleep during the sermon.
  5. Say “I love you” and don’t just walk away, hold his eyes.
  6. Walk the dog and don’t forget the poop bag.
  7. Do the laundry and don’t leave a load in the dryer to pick thru all week.
  8. Call your parents and don’t cry when you hang up because they are so old.
  9. Text your sons just because and don’t forget the little hearts after you say ILY.
  10. Watch a documentary and don’t judge the hoarder, the family or the victim.
  11. Talk to the neighbor and don’t just give a small wave.
  12. Eat the ice cream and don’t feel guilty.
  13. Knit that sweater you’ve been working on for 2 years, and don’t get discouraged.
  14. Work on the computer and don’t lose track of precious time you could have with Jamie.
  15. Say your prayers and don’t leave anyone out.

My eyes are drooping so I have to go to bed now.  This life of mine, like most, is made up of small pieces that have made me the person I have become.  Sure, I can walk like a chicken and work a spreadsheet, but how can I be a better friend, daughter, Mom?  More important questions.  Will people think of me as negative if I feel guilty about the ice cream or too busy to talk to a neighbor, or have a bad body image?  Maybe they won’t even notice.

I finally know that I have to work my “list” in a positive, thoughtful way to make my journey one of love, generosity and faith.

“Time for bed McDermott.  Do you want a treat?”

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Perhaps

I fancy myself a wine enthusiast, a drinker, a partaker if you will.  Yes, I drink to an uncertain excess if the truth be told, but just shy of drunkenness.  I hate to be drunk and avoid it at most costs, but it happens on occasion regretfully.  I come from a family of non-drinkers, so I’m the unnamed black sheep. I usually sit with my family drinking wine, while they have their tea.  Eyebrows are raised, silence ensues as I pour my first glass.   My wine bottle gets cracked open at cocktail hour like clockwork.  Six o’clock on Thursday and Friday, if I’m not working that night, and 4 or 5 o’clock on the weekend days. I have my standards.   I try not to drink during the week, but Thursday is close enough to the weekend to count.

“Are you a wino” my mother asks with an accusatory tone, as I stand in her kitchen.  My only response is simple and quiet, “Perhaps I am mother.  Perhaps I am.”  What can I say?!?  “Yes mother, I drink to make you miserable” is what she may want to hear, but it’s not true.  I drink because I enjoy it.  I like the taste, the smell, the feeling.  I think she envisions me as the loveable “wino” character Otis in the Andy Griffith Show; disheveled, falling down, slurring words – a person to be embarrassed of.  I think it’s the idea that her daughter could be “a drunk” that really disturbs her.  I am nothing of the sort.

Most of my friends end their day with a wine or two.  I have no judgement.  However, I found a few years ago, that drinking wine during the week effected my ability to concentrate and focus the next day.  So, I changed it up and only drinking on weekends, with the exception of special occasions, holidays and vacations.  Sipping wine while I knit, watch TV or chat with a friend is a great pleasure.  I am relaxed and happy to share my time and my life.

I write this after having a bottle of wine, no effects of a wine stupor.  I am not drunk.  Why is there such a stigma around enjoying wine or alcohol?  Why must I justify my actions to those who do not like alcohol or those who don’t drink it?  Explaining why I drink wine reeks of insecurity and self-doubt.  I can’t do that.   Is it not possible to partake without being seen as having a “problem?”  I think so.  But, for many, the perception is that one drink is too much.  Is one cookie too much, is one bowl of ice cream too much?  Where are these invisible standards that we must adhere to?  Who makes up the rules?

People know what works for them, so let’s live and let live.   Perhaps we should.

Cheers.

Jo McLaughlin

Jo is a media professional working in Massachusetts. She is the founder of Dilettante life, and the co-host of the podcast Dipstitch (dipstitch.net, available on Spotify and Apple podcasts). She enjoys writing for Dilettante Life observing life and sharing experiences.

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Visit the new Dipstitch Podcast site today.  Or go to Spotify to check it out.  Enjoy!

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Dipstitch Podcast

Hello Dilettante Life followers, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything.  Time to get back in the saddle soon.  I miss my blog.

However, the reason I’ve been absent for so long is I have found a new passion I wanted to tell you about…

I have a new podcast!  It’s called Dipstitch,  a 15-30 minute episode of “sisterly conversation” brought to you each week.  What is sisterly conversation?  Well, my sister Susan and I talk about food, family, faith, dogs, knitting, jobs, holidays, parenthood and EVERYTHING in between.  I know you might be thinking, “this is a chic podcast” but it’s not. Most topics are very relatable and entertaining.  We have some laughs along the way and even have a guest every so often to join in the fun.

Won’t you have a listen?  Our audience is fantastic and makes the podcast worthwhile.  But, we’re looking to grow our fan base by inviting you to listen.  Dipstitch is available on a number of podcast platforms, but the easiest one to use is podchaser.com.

To become a loyal listener, go to podchaser.com and in the search box type Dipstitch.  Our podcast page will come up and have a green “Follow Podcast” button on the right side of the screen.  Click on it, and you’ll get an email when a new episode is uploaded.  It’s that simple.  And, if you scroll down, you’ll see Recent Episodes with a link next to it, to “View All”.   One stop shopping.

Thank you so much for being a loyal follower of Dilettante Life.  I hope you will enjoy Dipstitch as much, and become a follower there as well.

Warm Regards,

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Knit Sip Knit

I’ve taken up knitting as a hobby to pass time and as a mode of meditation.  I often call knitting “mind numbing.”   It’s the kind of feeling  I need at the end of a long day, like wiping the slate clean. I pair my love of knitting with my
enthusiasm for wine.  I should clarify that my enjoyment of drink trumps my hobby, but when joined together, I really get “in the zone”.

So, knit one, perl two, sip three and so on.  I love the look and feel of the yarn and like feeling the cables as they take form.   The twists manipulate the body of work, while providing me with visual confirmation that I haven’t screwed up.   I count stitches, I pull the yarn from the ball when it gets taught, and I take a drink after every fourth or fifth row.  I knit fast.  The wine tastes as good as the yarn feels.  Each sip is like a reward for a job well done.

Sometimes I lose count of stitches, swear, and just pick up hoping I haven’t caused a crafty disaster. Time for another sip.  I am a beginner so there is no end to the scarf and hat parade that I’ve created.  I tried a sweater once, and ended up with sleeves fit for Popeye.  However, I am not discouraged.  I will re-try the sweater thing, just after I finish my latest scarf.

In truth, I don’t know which activity I like more, so I combine both.  I get as excited to buy yarn as I do buying a bottle of my favorite wine.   It may sound like more of an addition than hobby, but I am in complete denial.  Knitting is a reason to sip, sipping is a reason to knit.  I keep my hands busy and my mind clear.  Stress melts away with each click of the needles crossing each other.

The slate is clean.