The longer I’ve been on the internet, the stronger my drive becomes to do hands-on, offline activities. There’s only so much time I can spend click, clicking down the next rabbit hole of information. When I finally come up for air and to give my eyes or carpal tunnel a break, tangible things beckon.
The kitchen has always been my go-to, tangible distraction from the computer. Yeah, yummy things want to be made, and have been, as my waistband confirms. It’s probably why I love baking as much as my family loves eating what I bake. Baked goods, a major distraction from all things electronic, or internet.
Luckily there are other yummy things in my life, activities that won’t send me searching the laundry bin for that pair of elastic waist pants that I wore the other day. For example, there’s knitting, which keeps my hands so busy at night that they don’t have time to grab and move into my mouth the latest baked thing sitting on the kitchen counter.
Have I confused you? You don’t think knitting is yummy? Then take a look at this tangled up ball of yarn, look at the vibrant blue colors, and imagine the soft texture between your fingers, and then tell me you don’t see yummy. I see yummy here before I see all of the tangles. Yarn will sometimes have a party when you’re not looking, and I’ve been spending at least an hour every night this week working out the tangles. Some might say I should throw it away. But yummy, hand-dyed yarn like this from Hedgehog Fibres, shipped all the way from Co. Cork, Ireland, is worth the time spent untangling. I’m trying to enjoy this process as much as I do knitting since I’m still looking at and handling this exquisite yarn.
I’ve begun to interpret the word yummy as something deliciously tactile, whether by mouth, eyes, or hands. Yummy yarn covers two of those categories. Yummy things make you feel warm and cozy, and happy when you come into physical contact with them.
If you don’t believe me, ask Joe. This is a photo of a blanket Joe’s mom crocheted for him many years ago.
I have a feeling that just like carbon dating, this blanket could be color dated to sometime in the mid-1970s, to a period when there was a color palette that I would happily forget about, if it weren’t for this blanket. When the weather turns extra cold, Joe pulls out this blanket to add an extra layer to our bed. It’s not like the heater isn’t warming our house to the temperature it always does, whether it’s 10 degrees more or less outside. But, for Joe, this blanket is warm, and cozy from the memories it holds of his mom. I’m positive the good feelings he gets when he buries under it could be described as yummy. I bite my tongue to hold back most of my comments about the colors when this blanket comes out from hiding. You can’t mess with a boy’s memories of his mom.
I can only hope that Annie feels the same way about this blanket I knit for her last year as a going away present for college. I brought her with me to the yarn store and she selected this rainbow of colors for it, although it could have been knit in a single color, as well. It was her choice, her blanket, and I hope her fond, yummy memories of me someday.
Can you think of anything yummy in your life that isn’t edible?