#HappyKnitter . I knit to escape. I do not want to wallow in my pity pot. We all have hardships, mine is an angry alcoholic husband. When I knit I am taken to a world of order and beauty: the methodical motion of my hands, the therapeutic counting of stitches, the stacking of the rows, the luxurious feel of the fiber as it slips through my fingertips, and the play of color, texture and light that nourish me. It is an environment I can control, an environment where I create beauty. It builds back the confidence that was stripped from me, row by row. This particular project I knew from the beginning it would be auctioned and therefore I did not know who I was knitting for. But I was knitting as a gift to my church, a place I find sanctuary. This project wasn't particularly hard, it was a large project (for me). But it was the first time I had done a provisional cast-on. I felt the simplicity of this pattern was it's elegance and therefore I picked a vibrant silk to add luxury.
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