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All tangled up

God only knows what possessed me, but I have decided to teach myself to knit.  My first project, which was supposed to be a scarf, turned into a cat blanket.  You could generously call it "homemade and homely", but the cat seems to like it.

My second project really did turn out to be a scarf, and I think it looks pretty nice.

I am now working on a wrap for myself.  I really want to be able to wear it, so I've been diligent.  So diligent, that I've ripped it out and started over about seven times (really, I lost track).  The thing that is throwing me off is the pattern - instead of just knitting row after row, I'm trying to follow a pattern to create some texture and design. Well, that's the plan anyway.  I persist.

Like everything else, there is a spiritual element to this.  What I think is the right path turns out to be horribly off-track, but I can only see it when I'm a few rows ahead.  In the midst of the thing, everything seems to be okay. 

I'm also learning not to get to thrown by mistakes (as a recovering perfectionist, this lesson still rankles).  You just rip things out and get back to it.

Starting over is okay.  There's no rush, no deadline, nobody is keeping track.  Just do what you gotta do.

The biggest lesson I'm learning is that it takes so little to create beauty.  After all, what is knitting except two needles and a piece of string?  And yet, you get something useful and pretty, that is fun to create, and takes only a little time, effort and investment.

Like everything else that is important, it will take time to see how things turn out.  I'll let you know.


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