We are few! We are brave! We are determined ( or is it demented? )! We – are the Kamikaze knitters. Some may say we are foolish, some may say there is no need for our bravery, but we know – this is our Way.
You might ask, who is this “Kamikaze knitter”, person? Here is how you will know her or him.
This is the knitter that will knit a dress out of fragile and, yes expensive alpaca yarn for a baby that will crawl all over the floor while wearing it.
This is the knitter, who will knit yet another navy blue hat after her five-year-old already lost three. She will knit it fast, and might get just a bit cranky with the preschool teacher who is unable to tell her hand-knitted hat from the store-bought staff and keeps mixing it up.
This is the knitter who on hearing that cashmere does not felt will bravely knit socks out of her precious (in more ways than one) yarn and wash them in the washing machine.
This is the knitter, who will make socks for those who say “but, they only cost a dollar at Walmart…” or those who claim, that hand-knits are “Too special to wear…”.
This is the knitter, who actually try to knit a sweater for a newborn, before the stubborn little thing outgrows it. I have knit a baby sweater in two days, and still was to late. Alternatively if the baby has been able to wear it at least once, it is a Victory and no mistake. All this time and yarn and effort is payed off, – the baby wore IT.
This is the knitter, who on cataloging her stash and discovering that she already has over one hundred balls of very good sock yarn, says “I will knit faster” and buys another few. And then tries to explain her reasoning to her husband.
This is the knitter, whose stash is her retirement fund, an investment for “when I am on a fixed income” eventuality.
This is the knitter, who will knit in line at the grocery store and will ask a clerk to wait a moment, while she finishes this short row. We will not discuss the remarks that are elicited by this from those at the end of the line.
This is the knitter, who… You, tell me. I am proud to be one of them, those strange Kamikaze knitters, we have no badge, no secret handshake, no uniform, but when we meet each other – we KNOW.