Apparently I CAN finish a knitting project. It's so infrequent that I had forgotten that I had the ability.
Went to a meeting as an audience member and brought a ball of yarn and two needles. (I gave up on the Madame Defarge sock--I need to start counting rows and I can't do that in a meeting.) Friend behind me keeps leaning forward and whispering in my ear, "I love to watch you knit. It's so wonderful. Can I put in a request for something?"
"Well, no, dear friend. I just can't seem to finish anything, If you'd like a scrap, a rectangular piece of knitting, maybe for a washcloth, I can give one of those. But really, I never finish."
Four hours later I looked in my lap and I had a serviceable scarf. It was a little narrow, and the yarn was a little glittery for my friend behind me. But he's married, so maybe he'll gift it to her. Anyway, I wadded it up in a ball and tossed it over my shoulder.
Made me happy to have finished something. Made him happy because he thought I had been kidding earlier in the meeting. Made me happy again, because now he won't keep asking me for a piece of my "gossamer art."
Must. Buy. Tree. Today.
1 comment:
Those bears are adorable! My gram used to knit bears but there were more like 2 dimensional (gingerbread like) for her church. She also knitted mittens for the kids.
I tried knitting when I was younger but all I could do was a straight line. It seems the art of knitting is not in my DNA.
CindyS
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