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Knitting through the Pain


Chapter 3

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.