The Sacred Fiber of Our People
Calm and happy and pleased with knitting again today, on account of having put the Mosaic and Mirror scarf tidily away, and worked on the second sleeve to Catherine Parr again. And why did this calm me down and cause me to be happy? Because it's made out of WOOL, that's why, and wool is the sacred fiber of our people. Seduced by shiny sequins, that's what I was, and it caused me grief and sorrow.
Nah, I'll finish the scarf, don't fret. But not for a while. I'd gotten to a point where I'd managed to knit for an entire evening -- an ENTIRE evening -- without either the Mirror or the Mosaic unwinding and requiring untangling, before I discovered that I'd stupidly reversed the pattern without noticing, and then continued knitting -- still without noticing -- for oh, about four inches. Right. And why did I do this?
Because the project is CURSED, that's why.
So (shhhhh -- don't tell Sam) I'm going to have to undo it. Sam doesn't know why I'd want to undo it, when he can't see the mistake. Well, because I can see the mistake. (But notice the logic here -- if I do fix it, he won't be able to tell I've fixed it, since it will still look the same to him. We'll both be happy. I'll have a scarf that has no mistake as is visible to me, and he won't have An Unsettling Suspicion That His Wife Is a Little Obessive About This Knitting Thing. All will be well.)
I don't fix all my mistakes. Some I creatively work around -- some I ignore. But I'm willing to go to great lengths to create an artifact I'm happy with, and sometimes that means taking a lot of it apart.
But I'm not going to do it till I feel like it, and I don't feel like it right now, and besides, I've got WOOL to work with, and wool is, after all, as I mentioned before, the sacred fiber of our people.
It's Saintly Salmagundi's first birthday -- go say hello, if you've been enjoying Fr. Bryce's finds (that'd be the Toilet Paper Jesus, the Bible Themed Power Bars, the Are You Going to Purgatory quiz, for instance).
And then you can go see Amber's video of her Knitted Puzzle Ball Getting Turned Around and Around. Which will cause you to desire a knitted puzzle ball of your own.
Which, definitely, you should make out of WOOL.
Nah, I'll finish the scarf, don't fret. But not for a while. I'd gotten to a point where I'd managed to knit for an entire evening -- an ENTIRE evening -- without either the Mirror or the Mosaic unwinding and requiring untangling, before I discovered that I'd stupidly reversed the pattern without noticing, and then continued knitting -- still without noticing -- for oh, about four inches. Right. And why did I do this?
Because the project is CURSED, that's why.
So (shhhhh -- don't tell Sam) I'm going to have to undo it. Sam doesn't know why I'd want to undo it, when he can't see the mistake. Well, because I can see the mistake. (But notice the logic here -- if I do fix it, he won't be able to tell I've fixed it, since it will still look the same to him. We'll both be happy. I'll have a scarf that has no mistake as is visible to me, and he won't have An Unsettling Suspicion That His Wife Is a Little Obessive About This Knitting Thing. All will be well.)
I don't fix all my mistakes. Some I creatively work around -- some I ignore. But I'm willing to go to great lengths to create an artifact I'm happy with, and sometimes that means taking a lot of it apart.
But I'm not going to do it till I feel like it, and I don't feel like it right now, and besides, I've got WOOL to work with, and wool is, after all, as I mentioned before, the sacred fiber of our people.
It's Saintly Salmagundi's first birthday -- go say hello, if you've been enjoying Fr. Bryce's finds (that'd be the Toilet Paper Jesus, the Bible Themed Power Bars, the Are You Going to Purgatory quiz, for instance).
And then you can go see Amber's video of her Knitted Puzzle Ball Getting Turned Around and Around. Which will cause you to desire a knitted puzzle ball of your own.
Which, definitely, you should make out of WOOL.
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