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I haven’t been posting here as much, due to well-documented family issues, but I couldn’t let today pass without saying

Happy Yarniversary, This Is Knit!

About four and a half years ago, I noticed that my online friends (I had more online than offline friends at the time) were really mad into knitting.  I had tried a few years earlier, when a friend’s daughter had brought home her knitting homework (knitting homework! This is not something that is done in the US, I can tell you..) and it caught my attention, but I never really did anything with it.  I tried again when pregnant with Eoin, but, again, bad needles and yarn sure didn’t help things.

This time, tho, I mentioned it on my online community.  The lovely Sonia piped up and said “Well, you know that This Is Knit is in Blackrock and they do beginner classes?”  Oh.  Oh really?  Eoin was 6 weeks old at the time, and an afternoon with adults seemed like heaven.  I rang up and booked a place…

When I showed up, it was a cold rainy day, but I remember the twinkle lights in the shed, everything laid out asking to be touched and I distinctly remember Jacqui’s lovely welcoming smile.  I chose my yarn, as instructed, was given needles, and was led to a little room in the Blackrock Market with other 4 folk.  Lisa stood up, and away we went.  The thing I remember most?  Aileen’s bus was late, but she came in knitting a SOCK. ON FOUR NEEDLES.  TINY TINY NEEDLES.

I’ve barely put down the needles since then.  Plus I hung around so much, they ended up giving me a job there! And then they sold the Dublin Dye Company to me and Yvonne!  I’ve gone from the coldcoldcold building in Blackrock to the shops in Powerscourt. I cannot say how much I love my job, but more than that, I love the solid friendships I’ve built from the customers and the other staff there. You all have held up me and my family as we deal with the shite we’ve been dealt, more than you all will ever know.  /sniffle

I wubs ya.

And to Lisa and Jacqui, the amazing dual dynamos, may your next 5 years be even better, with more laughs, events, people and FUN.  So proud for and of you!!!



Those of you who know me on social networks or (gasp) in real life know that my lovely husband, B, was diagnosed almost 7 weeks ago with acute myeloid leukemia (yes, I spell it the American way. Deal.) It’s been long enough now that we are pretty relaxed about it, which sounds silly, but it’s part of our life, not the shock it once was.  We’re hoping that now he’s completed the second round of chemo he can come home soonish, but we must be patient and wait for his numbers to come back up.  You can read all about our journey at our other blog,

That’s partly what I’m writing about here.  A lot of you know that one of the hotspots of the Dublin knitting scene is This Is Knit, a lovely wool shop now in City Centre.  When they were still in Blackrock, lo those many years ago, they taught me how to knit, and then I kept hanging around the shop til they finally hired me on a part time basis.

The friends that I’ve made in that shop are so dear to me. I don’t think I realized how important they are, or how determined they are, until B was diagnosed.

Feeling a bit helpless, one of them noticed, apparently, that real flowers aren’t allowed on the ward (due to the bugs/fungi that are in the soil/water/leaves/flowers, and the high risk of infection for people with compromised immune systems, like cancer patients).  “What?” I’m guessing the conversation went. “No real flowers?!  Well, fellow fibre folk, we must MAKE him some flowers!!”  So they upped sticks and hooks (one apparently upped hook ONLY for this: “I CROCHETED for this. Do you hear me?!”), and made a gorgeous bouquet of flowers from all types of yarn. It was given to me at a knitting group (Fibre Fun Friday, Southside!), and I presented them to B the next day.  He was stunned, and smiles at them still, 6 weeks or so later. Every nurse remarks on them, most of the doctors too. I think this is partly why B has started knitting, but don’t tell him that.

Every time I look at the bouquet, I smile and think of one of my amazing communities, that are helping us stay mentally afloat in this crazy storm.  I ❤ my fibery friends more than they know.