Repetition Brings Comfort.
Gabrielle.
Knitting.
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about this piece.
Gabrielle talks about this piece, "When we lost our daughters, I struggled with traditional forms of art (drawing, sketching, pastels). They were only making me feel worse, because my grief wasn't showing up as raw as I was feeling it. Instead I obsessed on the loss of the artist I thought I was. It was all I could do to wake up and walk in a straight line some days. So knitting became my comfort. Even on my darkest days, I could wrap some yarn around some needles and something would appear. The repetition soothed me. The fact that an actual item emerged was a bonus. This scarf started on one of those darker days and was finished during a weekend retreat with an amazing set of babylost moms. "
about the contributor.
Gabrielle talks about her journey, "After assuming I would be childless for most of my adult life, we learned about the possibility of donor eggs. After several attempts with IVF, I became pregnant with the loves of our lives, Isobel and Jovita. They stayed with us for almost 22 weeks and were born on December 5, 2008, far too soon"
Oh yes! I totally understand this. I've knitted and knitted since Florence died, just that constant repeat of clicking needles soothes in a way most other things can't.
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So glad there is that avenue of comfort for you. Lovely scarf.
ReplyDeleteIt's lovely. I used to sew counted cross stitch quite a lot after my girls were born but, if I knew how, I would have preferred to knit. Something about the sound of the needles clicking together really appeals to me.
ReplyDeleteIve just started up some knitting, the repetition is cathartic. Chopping veggies, too, somehow. Not the cooking and cleaning that follow, but definately the chopping.
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