When this sciatica started back in October, somewhere between drug-induced slumber and tearful frustration I picked up a pair of knitting needles. Now this wasn’t the beginning beginning of knitting for me. The previous winter I had learnt to cast on, knit garter stitch and just about cast off. I made two whole scarfs. After that the needles were forgotten in the busyness of family life. I picked them back up again hoping to distract me from the pain in my back.
We all need something that can take us away from the hustle and bustle of life, if only just for a few minutes at a time. Reading, writing, painting, playing music, listening to music, gardening, photography, cooking, baking – anything. We were made to be creative, it’s in all of us, we just need to find the right outlet. For me it’s photography, baking and since only very recently – knitting. Normally I feel blessed to be able to grab a moment to get my camera out or a half hour to bake a cake. And for this season of my life, as I’m drugged up to my eyesballs in painkillers and limited with movement, I cherish the chance to pick up my wool and knit. It’s a beautiful thing coming out of something quite bleak. With sciatica breathing down my kneck I love to knit. I need to knit.
So this is where it all starts. I’m working my way through a book – knitty Griity by Aneeta Patel. I start here in a place where I have no idea how to knit a button whole, wouldn’t know where to begin with those weird needles that are stuck together with a bit of string and I have no clue what to do when you know you’ve gone wrong somewhere. And I share this journey with you.