I knit. Yes, you heard me right, I knit. So what if it’s stereotypically gay (which of course it isn’t). I have my grandmother, GeGe, to thank for this skill and stress-reliever. When I was younger, I used to visit GeGe for dinner and the Leafs game. Dinner was invariably fish ‘n chips and we’d sit and watch the Leafs while knitting. She: slippers or a baby outfit. Me: an afghan. That afghan took me years to finish but it is still here in its blue and white glory in the hall cupboard.
What’s interesting is that many moons ago, I had an aquatic supervisor, initials ML, who was the biggest, scariest, dreadlockiest, hippiest guy you’d ever wanna meet. ML was 6’6″ and a solid 240lbs and what I remember most about him was how he’d sit up in the lifeguard office … knitting sweaters all summer. No one ever commented to ML about his knitting habit; no one would dare.
For G’s birthday Blee bought him a Shanghai scarf knitting kit which I confiscated and completed this weekend (see below). I have now returned to the very long Dr. Who scarf I’ve also been knitting (for years) in hopes I may actually finish it before summer. Hope springs eternal they say eh.
Below, a picture of me on Sunday with several of my favourite things:
a) stress-reducing knitting (in hand);
b) Samuel Adams pint of beer (on coaster) (one of the very, very few American beers actually worth purchasing);
c) my Eyewitness Companion Film Guide (on table); and,
d) March Madness round of 32 on TV (just outside of the picture).
2) the completed Shanghai scarf. Brent made that!