28 March 2012
What wonderful people you all are, and more tolerant of my last, seriously self-indulgent post than I deserve, particularly as I fear I may have been repeating myself. And of course you're all right, I'm happiest when I'm writing about whatever I have to share, whether that's knit related or not. I think homebird Nicki and muddy boots Anne put their fingers on the way forward here, this is not a knitting blog, it is a knitter's blog, and this particular knitter doesn't just knit. So, anything goes, what fun!
But this isn't a post about me, it's a post about you, kinda', because it's a post about friendship. Where-are-they-now school friends, geographically scattered college friends, old friends, new friends, a succession of best friends stretching back to kindergarten, and now blog-friends ... if my days are the warp of my life then my friends, and my family, are the weft.
When I think about friendship, about what it means to have a friend, I think of a line from Toni Morrison's novel Beloved"She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order." Best friends do that for sure, but so can blog friends, and isn't that just the most marvellous thing.
Lines from another novel* describe perfectly how I feel about the people Cuckoo would call my bloddies: "I do like to pass the day with you in serious and inconsequential chatter. I wouldn't mind washing up beside you, dusting beside you, reading the back half of the paper while you read the front. We are friends and I would miss you ... I don't want to lose this happy space where I have found someone who is smart and easy and doesn't bother to check her diary when we arrange to meet."
Of course mostly we blog-friends never meet, but like pen-friends of old we form strong bonds based on mutual self disclosure, good will reciprocated, and shared enthusiasms. If you'll forgive me a final quote? C.S. Lewis this time: "Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one."
This week I have lunched with a fab friend who feeds me far too well, spent hours on the phone to my bestie, Lal, and cried with my bloddie Artistica Annie who is far too far away for me to hug ... follow the link, read her last few posts, and you'll know why I have painted my toenails in rainbow colours. Maybe you could too if you believe in the healing power of positive energy!
One blog friend forgave the whippet that ate the cowl I was knitting for her (well I think she did!) and another popped a wee papier-mâché sculpture of the same naughty whippet in the post to me. A Mother's Day gift from my four lovely children - you're awesome guys - especially commissioned by them from the supremely talented Vanessa Cabben of (the sadly no longer updated) Do you mind if I knit, and delivered today. This is Finn, my whippety best mate, who likes nothing better than to play with autumn leaves (and tennis balls). Vanessa has captured his character perfectly, and has backed his little 4" alter-ego with a brooch pin, so if I want I can take him everywhere with me. Honestly, this is possibly the most glorious present I have ever been given. I jumped with joy when I unwrapped it, literally, and I think there might have been a little yip of glee as well. There's been happy dancing here today!
So, I've waxed lyrical, I've told you about painting my toenails, and I've asked you to join me in The Rainbow Feet Blog Mob ... but that's okay, yes?, because we're friends!
*Jeanette Winterson's Written On The Bodywhich I only know because it was a book group read. I didn't enjoy it.