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untonuggan"When I attended my father at his deathbed, knitting enabled me to sit still and pay attention. Knitting expanded time into a kind of spaciousness, allowing me to be present at occasions from which I would rather have escaped. What I lived informed my knitting and what I learned from knitting informed my life."
- Susan Gordon Lydon, Knitting Heaven and Earth: Healing the Heart with Craft, 2005
It is late, I am tired, I do not really have a more elaborate way of saying "ditto" except...
I had been feeling a kind of burnout, after knitting 8 holiday ornaments in three days. Something akin to hating stockinette but not wanting to try another stitch.
Then my friend who just moved to NYC and is an artist was talking to me on the phone when I was having a bad day. She was out and she was cold because there's a big difference in temperature from where she was before and NYC, and she couldn't find most of her winter accessories because moving.
A friend who is cold? That is a knitter's call to arms! At least, it was for me because I've known A. since I was 8 and we're still, somehow, friends despite a couple of bumps.
Long story short, I am no longer feeling blocked creatively and instead have many ideas. And she is getting a gorgeous set of warm things (assuming I finish the cowl soon, why did I make a plan that involved purling again?) with vintage buttons on them. WIN. *secretly considering keeping thing them for herself but knows that would break the magic spell and besides would not solve problem of cold friend and our heads are different sizes*
- Susan Gordon Lydon, Knitting Heaven and Earth: Healing the Heart with Craft, 2005
It is late, I am tired, I do not really have a more elaborate way of saying "ditto" except...
I had been feeling a kind of burnout, after knitting 8 holiday ornaments in three days. Something akin to hating stockinette but not wanting to try another stitch.
Then my friend who just moved to NYC and is an artist was talking to me on the phone when I was having a bad day. She was out and she was cold because there's a big difference in temperature from where she was before and NYC, and she couldn't find most of her winter accessories because moving.
A friend who is cold? That is a knitter's call to arms! At least, it was for me because I've known A. since I was 8 and we're still, somehow, friends despite a couple of bumps.
Long story short, I am no longer feeling blocked creatively and instead have many ideas. And she is getting a gorgeous set of warm things (assuming I finish the cowl soon, why did I make a plan that involved purling again?) with vintage buttons on them. WIN. *secretly considering keeping thing them for herself but knows that would break the magic spell and besides would not solve problem of cold friend and our heads are different sizes*
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Date: 2013-11-26 08:07 pm (UTC)