Sometimes when I need to feel better about myself I’ll remind the kids that I can do much more than they can–things like read, and be able to tell someone what year I was born. And of course, I am the craft leader around here. So when Wyatt learned to knit I could not be left behind.
At his school the children are introduced to knitting starting in their first year of Kindy. Using just their fingers, they spend many hours making long chains of stitches. This is a wonderful exercise to improve fine motor skills and counting ability, not to mention it directs all that energy. You will often see children quietly working on their finger knitting during an oral story time or even while walking around on the playground. Teachers will generally have large baskets of raw wool and several carders (picture a dog brush) available to the children in the classroom so they can comb the wool back and forth to smooth it out.
I love that they are handling and looking at something natural and beautiful
In First grade, that would be Wy Guy, they move on to using needles. First they must make their own, spending several hours sanding down the tips of two wood dowels before rubbing on some beeswax.
The first project this school year was a pair of horse reins
You have no idea how long two children (or one child and a dog) will play with reins!
Well…a couple of months ago some moms at school offered a morning class to teach those of us that were interested how to do it!
I went and mostly watched, chatted, and held Shivohn
Then Thanksgiving break came and I knew that I would be camping in the presence of a knitter, Elin, for almost a week. I bought some needles and yarn and packed them with my stuff.
When I saw Elin I told her that I was interested in getting some pointers during the week and she said, “Great! I’ll teach you to make a hat.”
And then I was sitting and knitting (with really bad posture) for about five days straight
Elin kept telling me to “loosen up.”
My grandma kept saying things like, “Do you want the light on? How can you see what you’re doing?”
And slowly I worked
Do you see it on my lap up there?
And here it is on Amaiah’s head. I should tell you that she has never worn it again.
And now I’m fully addicted, even knitting at red lights. It’s such a meditative, wonderful form of handwork.
Since Thanksgiving I’ve started and finished a hat for Shivs, all by myself, and have one started for Wyatt. As I type I’m also knitting Amaiah a pink sheep.
Take that Wyatt!