“Honkers, hooters, bazooms, headlights, tits, boobies, and just plain big tits.” –Succulent Wild Women by SARK
“Oh you’re a brave one!” I was told when I walked through the door. I would hope so. I wanted to believe that not only was I up for the challenge of making a female breast out of yarn; I was also wholeheartedly supportive of the cause of breast cancer. This event took place at The Nook, a yarn and ice cream shop in Lisle, Illinois.
The announcement in the newsletter sounded a little unusual: From 6 PM to 2 AM, there would be a charity “knit in” creating breasts for women who have experienced mastectomies due to breast cancer and raise money to give to breast cancer research. I’ve done some charity work, but this was a fascinating spin on things.
I had to first read the endless selection of textiles books that The Nook had to offer. One in particular, in light of the circumstance, stood out for me. It was called The Joy of Sox, a phonetic play on the book title, The Joy of Sex. This book however, was filled with sock patterns and articles written by the women who love them.
There was a money jar for anyone who said the “b” word: breasts. The jar began to fill quickly. Some people made their own mantra while knitting and doing crochet: “The bigger the better the tighter the sweater the more the boys will look at us.” It was the first time I had heard that one. It sounded like a variation on, “I must, I must, I must increase my bust” that I heard when I was growing up, but I couldn’t ponder on it too much. I had to focus. This was my first time doing increasing and decreasing. I simply wasn’t good enough to do mantras and crochet at the same time.
The food was reflective of our various ethnicities: apple strudel, chutney, chicken enchiladas. For everyone, regardless of race, creed, or nationality, there was also a yellow cake with strawberry filling in the form of a female body.
Hearing the sounds of the Mama Mia soundtrack and the laughter of the women inside the shop prompted people to walk in from the street. Why were these women up past their bedtimes? One woman who had survived breast cancer came in with her husband. She was genuinely touched by our charity event.
“Mine looks like a coaster, though,” I told her about my attempt to crochet a female breast. “Oh, well you know there are many different varieties of breasts, so you’re fine!” she said.