Sweater, You Better Matter!

When I was just a little girl, I used to watch my Mom knit. One needle here, one needle there, sometimes smaller needles used at a seemingly random moment. Few things were more fascinating for Little Me than seeing that concentrated patience, focus, precision and the whole process of creating something. And sometimes, I was the lucky one whom the new piece of clothing was given to. Why go shopping - Mom's sweaters are rockin'!

As I grew older, I had my own attempts of knitting something for my toys. After some time I somehow naturally stopped, grabbing rather a pen instead of needles. Still, some of my toys were proudly wearing knitwear made by me. (OK, maybe they were making fun of each other during that time of night when toys come alive...)


Just until recently, I have imagined myself losing my edge during the smallest amount of knitting time (knitime). Trembling hands, zero patience and throwing that piece of unfinished scarf in the corner, then attempting to knit again, getting mad and setting the piece of knitted cloth on fire. The scene would be finished by me diabolically laughing and jumping on the ashes of the former almost-scarf. Slowly, flames would be engulfing the whole room, erasing even the smallest trace of what would have been a - certainly - lovely Christmas gift.

Luckily, you can change yourself, or at least some easily changeable character traits. Me, I managed to be more patient and focused. OK - only in the sphere of handcrafting - but it counts!

This is the plain white result of my efforts. I have to admit - I expected it to turn out much uglier and full of holes and other until-now unimaginable imperfections. And I can even wear it in public without completely embarrassing myself! (I guess.)

Some people things really need time to get under your skin and don't stick with you after the first sight. But once they do, it's a pity that you cannot grow an additional pair of arms.

Just for a while, just for a little knit.