I bring her and stay here for this hour and a half. Because this library is on the list of my most favorite places. I love the building, it was designed by Alvar Aalto; I love the interior, you can see Aalto's handwriting all over, from door handles to furniture. If you click the library link, you can see what I'm talking about.
While amongst these books I usually knit. Sometimes read, sometimes draw or try to write. Always hope that on some happy day all these fantastic words hovering around will end up on my pages...
In this special atmosphere (this is like a pilgrimage to me) the knit must bear a special meaning. I can knit whatever happens to be at hand while waiting children in a car in a parking lot but not here. In the spirit of Alvar Aalto every single little detail counts. So today I couldn't make up my mind, I stuck three different knits into my backpack before I left home. Number one was the Pacific NW Shawl and number 2 and 3 were both stockings.
Summer is s-l-o-w-l-y crawling closer. Usually I go barefoot during the summer BUT NEVER leave the house without having a small woolen-wrap-around AND a pair of hand knits socks in the pack. When the sun is high above the horizon it can be hot (really!!) but when she gets closer to the horizon it might get very cool, and then in a garden party at the friends' house or by the fire in the woods or in an outdoor concert it is pure joy to dig woolly socks from the backpack.
On such occasions I feel a bit like Moominmamma. She is a character created by Tove Jansson and a mother who carries all sorts of things in her black purse. But did you know that she is a knitter too? (This is a cover page of Tove Jansson's number two comics book.)
There are other reasons to knit socks now besides the arctic summer.
After a long and weary day when I feel a bit neglected and need to pamper myself a bit, I bathe my feet, do a thorough pedicure, massage some of my favorite lotion and finally top this off with hand knit socks and a lot is saved of a long day. Even though my feet/legs may not be the best part in me on a pedicure night I thank these "busy little feet" for taking me through another day and they deserve this attention once in a while. Wear hand knit socks and hum "my darling feet, you are wonderful tonight" and you will feel different, I guarantee. (I hope I did not ruin Clapton's song for you forever...)
When the kids were small and I saw a small foot sticking from under covers, I had to go and tuck here and there to get the toes covered. So I'm living this over and over again. I look for these cold feet without socks. When my children grow up and leave this house, I would like each one of them to have a hope chest full of beautiful, handknit socks so that their feet would never touch the cold ground but have something to make their steps a bit more comfortable.
If I was a sculptor, I would sculpt their faces to show them that I love them, if I was a poet, I'd write poems for them, if I was a writer, I'd dedicate books for them, if I could compose, they would have their own songs... but I'm not. I'm a knitter. So my children will have socks.
Let the shawl rest. I will knit socks what is left of this hour and a half.
PS. Hang on to your socks in these spring winds...