I began my current knitting project with the idea of using knit and purl stitches and not much else. No cables, no twisted stitches, no extra wraps. Just plain old knit and purl. A pretty vague plan, if you ask me.
Finding an old stitchionary at a church sale fueled my vague idea, then the purchase of yarn in some lovely fall colors and I was casting on.
It wasn't long until I found that this simple plan was vague and fraught with peril.
I found that there were no pattern corrects available for my old stitchionary. I ripped out squares changed needle size, and have been tempted to stuff the whole lot into a plastic shopping bag, tie it shut and toss it into the back of a little used closet in the basement.
The simple plan and the vagueness of wanted to choose my own stitches instead of following a ready made pattern set me up for failure.
As I considered what to do with this project I could not hep but think of how this was a metaphor for my life.
How often have I jumped into some new situation only to be enamored with the newness of it? How often I have found that when the newness wore off that I was in the wrong place and had no idea of which way to go?
I should learn from my knitting that it is perfectly okay to unravel, rip out something that does not work for whatever reason and do something new with it.
So this blog it a bit that has been ripped out and worked into something new. Writing has long been a passion for me, and knitting is, too.
Violas! This blog was born.
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