Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Miss Fritz Knits!

I have become a little bit fascinated with knitting. In fact, this new obsession has allowed me to re-discover certain things about myself. We should avoid labels, and this applies to ourselves, as well.

It is okay to scrapbook. That is something I do, and I enjoy it. I love working with my hands. Even if I am not exceptionally gifted artistically, it is nice to 'grow' something of my own, and watch it unfold. I think this is what started me on my quest of knitting.

I've never knit before. When I was a little girl, I would watch my grandmother crochet, but never succeeded on my own. As I peruse the many sites dedicated to knitters and see the Stitch n' Bitch books at the bookstore, I'm a bit enthralled. Here are a group of people making a very old, very quiet pastime something...COOL!

So, I've taught myself to knit. And may I say?...This is utterly Zen. Knitting is Zen. No wonder so many are hooked (pune-or play on words). The repetitive motion, the loss of directed thought, the self-awareness and un-awareness of how the hands work in harmony with little direction. Knitting is a different kind of Zen from motorcycling, where one is open to the present. Knitting is the seclusion of the soul, and the wonder of its quietness, trapped within flesh and bones.

Slowly, the yarn blossoms, and something is stitched out of nothing.

Sidenote: I will never purchase acrylic yarn again. It sucks.

Delilah is the proverbial cat with yarn.
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