The Spiritual Business of Knitting

Yes yes, it’s the jargin again. How spiritual knitting can be, pull out your yoga mat that has collected dust in the corner and sit cross legged knitting away allowing the knitting gods to impress themselves upon you, no really, do it!  Kidding of course. But I will say that breeding the perfect pattern with the perfect yarn can be a spiritual business. I seem to have had a multi-week bad knitting joo-joo kind of experiences **looks to the yoga mat sitting idol in the corner and wonders**.

My Juliet got frogged last night because I had much higher hopes for the yarn that I chose than should have ever actually been there. Colinette or not, $25 hanks or not, the yarn was bad and that pattern got lost, and really had my cat thrown up on the thing it probably would have looked much improved. So I am now going on two days without a knitting project! I have yarn porn spread to the four corners of my house threatening to overtake the couch and beginning feeding from the dog bowl and still I sit uninspired. **looks over at stash waiting for something to happen** I did however hear a sweet lullaby kind of sound coming from one corner of the cabinet, a color inspired by fair skin and vibrant eyes, something made just for me, bought with purpose and ambition…I looked over my ravelry, my queue of 100 projects and none that entice me, except maybe, that one…no I could just cast on Juliet again in some malabrigo…it’s calling…I can’t deny it. It must be done. It’s another Rebecca pattern **gasp come from the knitting muse that sits on my shoulder** “didn’t you swear them off” she whispers, **I flick her from my shoulder and she lands safely in a vat of Elzabeth Llvold Silky Wool**. It must be done, it can’t be denyed, it’s so adorable. The weather is getting warmer and something like that would be brilliant. I believe I have bread it…I will cast on tomorrow and we will see….Come to Mama!