The lure of knitting.
The world seems to be righting itself and get better but as we all know, it has to get worse before it gets better. Better, it will get but of course it takes a huge amount of conviction after watching this political theater being performed in front of our eyes nightly on the news. Switching off the telly would be a much better option but let's face it, it has become an addiction to watch this soap opera day in and day out.
As you know I ditched the twitter habit and do have more time on my hands. Time I could use to knit again. For me knitting is either all or nothing. The muse strikes me every couple of years and then nothing is safe from being knitted. Bob has a few hand knitted jerseys of mine hidden at the back of his wardrobe only to emerge in extremely cold spells. Don't blame him about one of them, as the sleeves do happen to have vastly different lengths.
Scarves are an easy way to start again and perhaps a jersey won't be far off. There are at least twenty divine knitting magazines ( in English ) with patterns galore languishing on the back shelf waiting for me to page through and fire up my imagination. Oh yes, knitters are a special breed indeed. Knitting is one of those elusive in the moment activities, a place to focus and let go of any irritations.
Taking the time to indulge in a hobby is pure luxury. A luxury that shouldn't be one. Knitting, walking or reading shouldn't be looked upon as a time waster but should be looked upon as a life saver as they are activities that shake us out of our online clouds and bring us back down to earth. Safe and sound...
Biggi
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