I think of nothing but the next stitch.
I’m not a great knitter; I’m not even very proficient, but I love it. It soothes my soul, calms my mind, and makes my brain feel balanced. I wish I had started knitting years ago, but alas, it’s really only been a few. If you’ve been reading my blog you know this past year has been one of the worst of my life. I never realized I could be betrayed by people I thought were friends, bosses I thought cared about me. Money has a funny way of changing people, doesn’t it? Yarn has yet to let me down, be it cheap or luxuriously expensive. It’s smooth or bumpy, soft or scraggly, bright or subdued. It only goes where I tell it to go. It doesn’t take off on a tangent without my directions. I
like love that.
This is the year I swear I’m going to knit a sweater, but it’s already August, and I still don’t feel ready. I want to do one in an incredibly soft alpaca, but jiminy crickets, the cost! Better Half has been amazing watching baskets in our house fill up with yarn, but there’s got to be a limit!
Thank you fiber for being a good friend. Thank you for introducing me to wonderful new fiber friends who make me laugh until I have to put my knitting down. You’re pretty special to me, and I appreciate that you don’t get agitated at me during my insomnia; you always let me call you no matter the time.
Thank you for allowing me to escape to a place where people are kind and my mind is free of clutter. You are a good friend, and I do believe I shall keep you for life. Now, about that sweater. . . .