I berluddy hate knitting.Why oh why did I have to get too big for my bootees?
There I was, happily knitting squares in my ‘Let’s knit for the Needy.’ I was doing rather well at producing six inch squares - alright so the sizes varied a bit... Why did I have to think it would be more fun to knit something a bit more challenging?
Then, when it all went horribly wrong, why didn’t I wait and ask for someone’s help? I could have put it down and waited until I felt more balanced. Why did I, at 11.30 at night, in a fit of pique rip it all off the needles and unpick it?
And, do I start all over again?
6 comments:
Hmm, JJ, it sounds suspiciously like writing a book.
So you know what to do, pick yourself up and start all over again....x
I knitted a cardigan once. It was a complete disaster. Never again!
Can't knit to save my life. Mind you, not too sure about my writing at the mo either.
Love what L Plate said.
Such beautiful squares. You are a perfectionist perhaps?
Write the book, unpick the bits that don't work, write a bit more and there's your novel.
Hell, I make it sound so easy...
Have just laughed at L-Plate Author's comment - so full of wisdomosity. Well, I wouldn't be knitting in the first place so cannot offer any help, only positive vibes!
Ah, Jen, your plea addresses one of the eternal questions raised by philosophers since time immemorial: Without a teapot, what is a tea-cosy? Does it even exist? Or is it merely a collection of stitches dangling from the knitting needles of life?
Your actual unpicking of the cosy is a metaphorical expression of your frustration at having begun to create a tea-cosy without an actual teapot around which to wrap it.
JJ, do yourself and the cosy-that-almost-was for the teapot-that-has-yet-to-be, a favour. Abandon it and return to your squares for they have a PURPOSE in life.
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