Sunday, August 02, 2009


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?


Marcie Steele said...

Hmm, JJ, it sounds suspiciously like writing a book.

So you know what to do, pick yourself up and start all over again....x

HelenMWalters said...

I knitted a cardigan once. It was a complete disaster. Never again!

Deborah Carr (Debs) said...

Can't knit to save my life. Mind you, not too sure about my writing at the mo either.

Fiona Mackenzie. Writer said...

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...

Chris Stovell said...

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!

HPofP said...

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.