According to the Urban Dictionary, the word “bae” means “before anyone else.” It is usually a pet name for someone with whom one would cuddle up.
Lately, the only cuddling up I do is with a hot water bottle, on the sofa, binge watching Prison Break with my latest W.i.P. and a cup of mocha—
And this pleases me greatly.
In an age when instant gratification seems to be the end-all-be-all of our mortal existence, the sublime little happiness of spending days/weeks/months on a single garment is lost on so many people. Knitting socks or crocheting a blanket is a long love affair. Each stitch or chain grows with our affection for the person for who we are making the thing. But not everyone gets it.
Case in point, the following is a transcript of a conversation between me and an old colleague.
Roger: “YOU knit?!”
Roger: “How many balls of wool do you need to make a jumper?”
Me: “Depends on the jumper.”
Roger: “Like… for me. How much?”
Me: “Depends on the pattern… depends on the size needles… depends on the yarn…”
Me: “Let’s see… for this pattern, your build would need something like 12 skeins with this particular wool would be about £52 maybe more.”
Roger: “How long would it take?”
Me: “Depends, again… I got work…I got stuff to do… books… kids….etc…”
Roger:”So a long time?”
Me: (nods and makes an emoticon-worthy scrunchie face).
Roger: “I could just go to the cheap shop and buy one for half the price tomorrow.”
Roger: “I don’t see why you would bother.”
Me:” I wouldn’t bother… for YOU anyway.”
Obviously, the guy I was talking to was not my “Bae”. People who mean the most to me are the ones who get showered with my time, affection and my knitting. I think of all the things I have knitted up since I first learned how to knit almost 10 years ago, I have only knitted a handful of things for myself. The rest go to those that come before anyone else. Which is a beautiful thing.