Writer, illustrator, and knitter Franklin Habit joins us for his monthly column featuring humor and insights into a yarncrafter’s life.
In my career I have reached the stage at which total strangers not infrequently write to me to ask for advice. My mother, to whom I am and will ever be The Little Boy Who Somehow Got Tomato Soup on the Kitchen Ceiling, finds this hilarious.
“Not cooking advice, Ma,” I tell her. “Knitting advice.”
“I know,” says my mother. “But still.”
Usually the questions are straightforward:
Q. Should I put lifelines in my lace shawl?
Sometimes the questions raise an eyebrow:
Q. Do you have any tips on re-sizing a woman’s sweater to fit a guinea pig?
A. You may omit the waist shaping.
Sometimes the questions raise two eyebrows:
Q. Have you ever blended male chest hair into handspun alpaca?
A. Not on purpose.
Questions like these are easily answered.
But then something landed in my inbox that brought me up short:
Q. I have been knitting for almost twenty years and I have always loved it. But lately I’ve lost the urge. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have a project on the needles, and now suddenly nothing is exciting to me. I just don’t feel like knitting. I went to the yarn store twice last week and didn’t even touch anything. Please help. How can I get my mojo back?