SPRING IT ON!

Len tri veci sú nekonečné - vesmír, ľudská hlúposť a riadky svetra, ktorý pletiete vcelku. Spomínam si na hodiny pletenia, kedy mi upliesť jeden riadok trvalo toľko, koľko trval diel seriálu tvoriaci křoví. Spomínam si na chvíle v práci, kedy som sa tešila na to, až prídem domov a pustím sa do ďalších svetrových centimetrov (svetrimetrov, ehm...). (A áno, časom z toho bola menšia obsesia...)

A spomínam si, ako mi mamka dohovárala ohľadom jednej chybičky. „Vypáraj to. Budeš si to stále uvedomovať. Budeš na to myslieť. Nebude sa ti to príjemne nosiť. A ja som párala už aj viac. Ver mi, keby to bol celý zadný diel, bolelo by to viac.“ A tak zmizol rukáv a hodiny práce na piatich ihliciach. Našťastie, pletenie je aktivita plná fénixov z priadze, a tak sa z klbka, ktoré bolo kedysi rukávom, zrodil rukáv nový, bezchybný. (Teda - bez nejakej do očí bijúcej veľkej chyby... Na dokonale rovnomerné očká však ešte dozrejem!)

Škoda, že sa nedá takto odpárať nejaké zlé rozhodnutie, okamih vyvrtnutia členka, alebo tieto posledné dni jari-nejari. Preštrikovať nedobré činy a slová na konštruktívne, spraviť pevný, stabilný krok a nemať na sebe zimný kabát za dní, keby ste už najradšej odhryzli hlavu veľkonočnému čokozajacovi.

Zajac síce hlavu ešte má, jar sa však blíži. Kým tu bude plnohodnotne, budem sa aspoň tváriť, že tu akože je. Jéj, slnko - vôbec nie si zubaté. Jéj rána - vôbec mi nemrznú nohy. Jéj, svet v odtieňoch šedej - super dáš vyniknúť svetríku!

Only three things are infinite: the universe, human stupidity, and the row of a sweater you are knitting in one piece. I remember those hours: starting one row and finishing it after long minutes of forgetting about food, water or your need of proper light on dark winter evenings. I remember those days at work when I was sitting in front of my laptop, revising and planning the next rows in my mind, counting down the minutes until I get home to my needles. (Ehm, is it just me, or does this really sound a bit like an addiction...?)

I remember last Christmas in Glühwein-scented Prague, my Mom reasoning with me regarding a mistake on a sleeve. The perfectionist in me HATED that little knot visible maybe just for more knit-skilled people, yet I always thought of the hours spent knitting the sleeve - and I couldn't take apart what was knitted together. "Undo it. You will always think of it when you'll wear it. You won't like wearing it. And anyway, I have unknitted much larger pieces - imagine you'd have to unknit the whole back part!" My Mom's words soon had their impact. (No - I didn't send her home to Slovakia, offended by her well-meant advice.) Soon, the sleeve with the mistake became history. Luckily, knitting is a world where thread-phoenixes occur pretty often, so soon the leftover thread used for the former sleeve became a new one. (And as always, Mom was right!)

One sleeve, two sleeves, the back and front parts - all on one long needle, in the last phases of knitting filling almost my whole backpack. It's a pity one cannot re-do things the way it's possible in the yarn world (The Yorld, ehm). Re-take decisions that turned out to be bad, re-order that food that made you sick, re-spring this winter-y March...

Anyway - the sweater is finished. Winter is almost done with us - at least for this season.

Spring is coming closer each day. Slowly but surely. Knit by knit.

Until it's fully here, I'll keep pretending it's here already. I have a thick enough sweater to give me cover.