Today will be short and sweet, as I am home nursing a cold.
I caught the light at just the right moment this morning for the above snap. It’s a bit creepy, really. But, in a way, it pretty accurately represents my relationship with knitting. Even when I am not holding my needles, a bit of me is still reaching out for them. I notice the construction of cables on a fellow commuter’s hat. I appreciate the history connected to an Aran sweater, a fact the wearer is often ignorant of.
Knitting is more than just a hobby for me. More than a form of active meditation. It is a reminder to stop, and see.