When knitting becomes a pain!
What started out as a form of therapy to stop my mind from wandering towards painful thoughts when I lost my Mom in July, has proven to be a little more than I can chew.
Well that in itself is not really a problem, it most certainly keeps my mind from wandering when I have to concentrate equally hard while back-tracking my work stitch by stitch. Perhaps I did bite off more than I can chew with this pattern. But as my Mom taught me when she taught me to sew, you unpick if it’s not 100% right. And unpick she made me despite my groaning protests.
But I love that about her. Her positive nature. Her mischevious smile. Her love for creating things and always encouraging me with my ideas. I remember making little clay creatures and selling them at high school. And drawing characatures on order for sale. She never once said I wouldn’t be able to do it. On the contrary, she always said, “there’s no such thing as can’t.” And I remember this statement as I tackle the red stitches again.
So I drink my cup of tea and I will persevere and one day, not sure which one, I’ll wear this knitted top with pride.