If you’ve read this post, then you know that, sadly, I can’t knit while I’m in transit. But, this doesn’t stop me from packing my knitting when I travel. In fact when I find out I’m going somewhere one of the first things my brain does is take a mental inventory of my WIPs to determine which ones are suitable for travel knitting (no charts or complicated instructions, please) and decide whether I need to cast on a travel project ‘just in case’ I find myself short of WIPs.
Knitting is a travel necessity for me because our itinerary is usually so busy and packed full of activities that finding a few quiet moments to ground myself mentally with my knitting is necessary for my well-being and the well-being of those who are with me.
Recently, while on a road trip with my kids to visit my sister, I spent a few minutes in the hotel room reading and med-knit-ating (I just made that up!), and realized that the thing I love most about travel knitting is the memories of the trip that are knit into each stitch of the project. Later on, when I wear the thing I was knitting I remember the trip, the activities, the fun times, where we stayed, what we did, and the finished object becomes a souvenir of the trip.
I’ve also realized that I feel the same sentimentality about souvenir yarn. I try to pick up some locally dyed yarn from a local yarn store whenever I go somewhere new. A couple of years ago while visiting New Orleans, I picked up some locally dyed yarn at the Quarter Stitch in a colourway that was created by the dyer specifically for the store. I knit up a Honey Cowl and matching hat, and every winter when I wear those items I remember our trip to New Orleans and the awesome time we had. Knitting is so much more than just a hobby.