~ Elizabeth Zimmermann
From the moment I feel the first nip of fall in the air, my thoughts turn to knitting.
It doesn't matter that I have a thousand other more urgent matters to tend to. I pull out yarn and needles and a pattern that says "beginner" or "easy" and set to work. It might take me weeks or months to finish a project that a more experienced knitter or a person with more leisure time might be able to knock out in a day or two. It doesn't matter. I might make a fatal mistake and find myself unable to fix it, necessitating the ripping out of rows and rows of stitches (also known as "frogging") and starting all over again. It makes no difference. I have been knitting for years and lack the skill to accomplish anything more complicated than a rectangle (can you say "scarf"?) or a hat (although my last couple of attempts have been utter failures). Who cares?
The joy is in the knitting.
|My first attempt at knitting lace.|
But as a knitter, it's all about the knitting.
|A ruffled scarf using specialty yarn. The fact that it is super easy to knit in no way diminishes my sense of accomplishment.|
Knitting as a metaphor for life? This is something I should probably give some thought to.