I have always knitted. I find it kind of therapeutic. All that repetitive movement lulls this overactive brain of mine into a happy stupor. It’s like a productive form of meditation- you get to chill out but you also end up with something nice to show at the end of it. Last Autumn, I went to Dublin for the annual Knitting and Stitching Show in search of inspiration and camaraderie. I found bucket loads of both.
The Knitting and Stitching Show is the cultural equivalent of the World Cup for ladies of a certain vintage. Busloads of women descended from every parish in Ireland. It was wonderful. And, it wasn’t all about tea cosies and doilies either. ( Even though, I am a big fan of tea cosies and doilies!! )
The exhibited work was mind blowing. Some of it was really funny and quirky.
Sequinned fish and knitted chips for dinner!
Some of it was just plain beautiful.
Some of it was heartfelt and challenging. I recall one particular piece, which explored the issue of domestic violence using fabric and stitching.
What I loved about the knitting and stitching show was the accessibility and sheer unpretentiousness of it. It really is a celebration of all things textile. More than that, it is a celebration of women and their creativity. It is a day to remember that our mothers taught us to knit at the age of 8, and to resolve to teach our daughters to do the same.
Note to Jude….no wifi tonight, we’re knitting, girl !!