Knowing When To Fold 'Em
Y'all know I'm a knitter. I've been knitting since I was seven. I never saw a pair of needles or a twist of wool I didn't jump on. I DESIGN knitting pieces.
I bought some local wool recently (well October, okay?) to knit three scarves for some beloveds. Reading it beforehand, the pattern was a piece of cake.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get into the rhythm of it. Not at all. Like a piece of piano music, or a song, or a speech, or that perfect photo, the rhythm never took my fingers and made them dance. I can watch a movie or even read a book or look at the fire or the dog or talk to you while I knit. But this was a grim business that took all of my concentration. Many, many hours of work and I had a couple of inches.
We have a phrase in my family when something engages us, no matter what it is. We call it a "Pleasing Project". It can be a sandcastle or a homemade dishcloth or an intricate recipe. Most of my projects (I've posted them here) are pleasing. This wasn't.
So was I ever thrilled when on FB (us Newfoundlanders post just about EVERYTHING on FB)a local woman offered for sale 20 of these scarves in various colours, two of which were the ones I had tossed.)
She delivered them today and I gave her my rewound three balls of yarn.
"How on earth did you find the making of these?" I asked her.
"Oh, a breeze, love, a breeze, I turns one out in about two hours while watching some teevee."
"I thought you were a knitter - you posted some nice stuff on FB, baby blankets and leaf things?" she continued.
"I thought I was too," I said, "But sometimes you just have to know when to fold 'em, as you might want to avoid inflicting some serious damage on yourself."