Stop! Have you listened to the video? Please do….it’ll help you get in the mood for this story.
My inner rock star is Stevie Nicks. When certain songs shuffle through on the iPod, she likes to make an appearance…..still young and carefree with feathers in her hair. We sing to the captive audience of two little Westie boys and we are awesome. Really.
These days Stevie is perfectly content to stay off-stage while I go about whatever plotting and scheming might be taking up my day….you know, reading, gardening, or even curling up on the sofa with the boys to practice a new knitting stitch. She didn’t even mind that much when I stopped coloring my hair – just extracting a promise to keep a young(ish) style. Yeah, she’s pretty cool with us getting a little older for the most part. But she’s been growing increasingly agitated lately. You see, I’ve joined a group and it isn’t as a back-up singer.
A friend invited me to join a local interdenominational knitting group, The Knit Wits, and I (sort of) happily accepted. For various charity and church organizations, we produce afghans, baby blankets, prayer shawls, and whatever else might be needed. I’ve always been the first one to tout the “coolness” factor of knitting, sometimes maybe even a bit defensively to my younger or more skeptical friends. Just check out Pinterest or Ravelry and you’ll be salivating at some of the really gorgeous creations out there. So why my – or should I say “our” – hesitancy to join The Knit Wits? Because Stevie is afraid that unless she intervenes, this is where we’re headed:
Yup, dangerously close to church lady territory here and Stevie wants no part of it. Because we all know this is what church ladies look like, right? At least that’s what’s getting Stevie all verklempt.
But forge ahead I do and it’s been good. Really good. The Knit Wits meet once a month at the home of a member. We’ve had our meetings in a rustic custom log cabin, an 1830’s plantation home, and even here at The Barn. We drink coffee, ooh and aah over each other’s progress, and celebrate just being together. Conversations are varied: current events, movies, books, families – hey, guess what, pretty much like any other gathering of friends. And we’re building a strong sense of fellowship as the pile of needlework grows, ready to be donated soon.
Sometimes I amaze myself at my own lack of insight or perspective. I guess the real problem here is my own fear of devolving, as I get older, into something decidedly uncool: a prim, proper, and fiendishly dull church lady. And I’ve been teetering on the edge of being guilty of exactly the sort of stereotypical thinking that Stevie has been whispering into my ear. So time for a major reality check here – just who am I to secretly imagine I’m the only rock star joining a bunch of church ladies? No, indeed. The Knit Wits are some pretty hot stuff, thank you very much, a group of interesting and talented women working hard under the radar to do a little something worthwhile.
One is cutting eight inches off her long hair anyday now to donate to cancer patients. Another has traveled to Botswana twice and is active in mission work for that country’s poor. One is a prize-winning photographer. Still another is a math teacher, works for animal rescue, fosters two old beagles, and somehow manages to out-produce all of us with her beautiful crocheting. We have women who have emerged victorious from life’s blackest nightmares: untimely deaths and suicide. Others cope with health issues with themselves and in their families. Some are wicked wits and send us all into the giggles and others quietly knit away but would give you their last dime if they thought you needed it. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ve detected a dormant Joan Jett or two in this bunch.
So, Stevie? We’re just going to have to work through this new phase of life. Somewhere between this:
we’re going to have to find a happy medium, old friend. Now, c’mon, I think I hear Lindsey’s guitar warming up. Time to rock some SILVER SPRINGS!