Over 5 years ago, I moved to Calgary with my husband with no idea what I was going to do and no idea who I would meet. It is hard to believe for some, but I am a pretty private person and don’t (didn’t) allow myself the privilege of having friends. That has changed and all because I knit.
What use to be a Saturday afternoon gathering, has morphed into three groups; Saturday morning, Friday morning and alternating Wednesday/Tuesday evenings. Every week these three groups draw in the neighbourhood of 25 regular and many more occasional women (and some men) together. I lead the group and for the most part attend all three meetings. We call ourselves “Chicks with Stix”. We are more than that, way more!
Yes, the girls bring stix and all sorts of wonderful inspirations in the form of knitting, crochet and needle work, but more importantly we bring ourselves. Single. married, with and without children (grown and small), working, at home or working at home, we have become each others council, encouragement, strength and soft place to land. We remind each other to laugh, to sing (yes we have sung – 5 of us at sock summit and it was beautiful), and occasionally cry. We have gained respect, given respect and taught to respect. We don’t always agree but we do listen.
Yesterday, a new member asked what we do in this group. I sent her a quick email saying “We are mostly a social group throwing in a bit of knitting, crocheting or cross stitch. Everyone brings what they are working on to keep busy hands while we chat.” I was wrong. This group is a powerful group of great people who have given each of us the privilege of getting to know them and I for one am so damn proud to be their leader, in an unassuming way of course.