Yarn Along: Cables and Blue Nights.

Ginny over at Small Things has a Yarn Along from time to time. My mother-in-law who is also an avid knitter introduced me to it.

I really love the idea of a yarn along because until you’ve tried it… you just can’t understand how addicting knitting is. Ravelry is another online knitting community that I can spend hundreds of hours perusing and it’s where I found the pattern for this cabled afghan… my first go at cables–it’s so fun to see them come together! Cables are pretty crazy because you actually do twist the stitches over themselves–it looks twisted because it is.

Ginny also includes a picture in her Yarn Along of whatever she’s reading… I just finished Joan Didion’s ‘Blue Nights.’ For whatever reason, I have a thing for depressing/sad books so it’s no surprise that I could not put down this memoir about her grief after her only daughter’s death in her mid-forties. I also really liked ‘A Year of Magical Thinking,’ her memoir about her husband passing the year before. Joan has not had an easy go of it to say the least. But, she really is just the kind of lady I hope to be when I’m pushing 80. She has had an immensely full life–one many, myself included, could envy–but has also seen complete tragedy, yet perseveres through her grief so honestly.

Both of these books I would recommend as a gift to someone who has lost a spouse or a child. Certainly, it’s not something we can understand, but I think these books go a long way of describing how grief feels and perhaps understanding the parts of the experience that are universal would be helpful to someone experiencing them for the first time. In addition into insights into grief, Joan also has some interesting thoughts on parenting, and in particular adopting, that I’m excerpting for you below. She also gives a very good description of what it’s like to realize that you’re old, but I’m going to save those quotes for you in case you decide to read it yourself!

“You have your wonderful memories,” people said later, as if memories were solace. Memories are not. Memories are by definition of times past, things gone. Memories are the Westlake uniforms, the invitations to the weddings of the people who are no longer married, the mass cards from the funerals of the people whose faces you no longer remember. Memories are what you no longer want to remember.”

Wow. Remind me never to accidentally mention that trite line to someone grieving.

“Some of us feel this overpowering need for a child and some of us don’t. It had come over me quite suddenly, in my mid-twenties, when I was working for Vogue, a tidal surge. Once this surge hit I saw babies wherever I went. I followed their carriages on the street. I cut their pictures from magazines and tacked them on the wall next to my bed. I put myself to sleep by imagining them.”

I think it’s very true that some people feel this and some don’t. Which camp did / do you fall in?

“The very definition of success as a parent has undergone a telling transformation: we used to define success as the abilty to encourage the child to grow into independent (which is to say adult) life, to “raise” the child, to let the child go… instead, ourselves the beneficiaries of this kind of benign negletc, we now measure success as the extent to which we manage to keep our children monitored, tethered, tied to us.”

A pretty good summation of the current issues facing parenting today.

“All adopted children, I am told, fear that they will be abandoned by their adoptive parents as they believe themselves to be abandoned by their natural… all adoptive parents, I do not need to be told, fear that they do not deserve the child they were given, that the child will be taken from them.”

I had certainly heard the former statement, but the latter one was new to me.

She also quotes W.H. Auden’s “Funeral Blues” which I am bookmarking for a dark day. And I’m sure you can see why after all these deep thoughts knitting is the perfect outlet!!

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6 responses to “Yarn Along: Cables and Blue Nights.

  1. Those cables are beautiful, Natasha!

  2. Love the cables! I just downloaded ‘A Year of Magical Thinking’ a few days ago – looking forward to reading it now even more, even though I know it will be an intense read.

  3. what a beautiful blanket that is going to be. your knitting looks so lovely.
    thank you for the reviews also.

  4. Missing your presence here so just had to find out what you were up to! LOve the cables, you are so clever. I gave Magical thinking to my friend who’s husband passed suddenly and she loved it. There’s that surge huh. Travel safe, much love to you both x

  5. I enjoy Joan Didion’s writing but have only read “Play it as it Lays”- another depressing book that describes the protagonist’s post-abortion syndrome and objectification as a woman.

    Beautiful knitting!

  6. I didn’t want a baby until I was 28 and my husband had just committed to a 3 year graduate program. Ha. Then I was desperately in love with the idea of a baby until we conceived one 🙂

    I used to be able to read depressing books, but since becoming a mother, I just can’t. I lean heavily into escapist reading.

    And your knitting is inspiring – I need to take it to the next level with my knitting, which has not progressed in 12 years 🙂 But I am a very happy basic knitter. I adore it for trips.

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