I've been thinking about knitting and not actually knitting very much these days. I am making the lovely Hot Water Bottle Cover from Yarnagogo and I like it very much. Unfortunately my hotwater bottle is much smaller than the one the pattern is intended for so I measured mine, took my gauge and sized it down...a little too much. I didn't account for the water in the hot water bottle. It still fits but the cable doesn't look nearly as nice as it could. You know how cable looks when it gets stretched too much and the purl stitches don't sit back where they should.
I digress. I was thinking about knitting and not knitting anything very interesting or challenging. And these are the thoughts I had:
Row after row, the yarn gets increasingly entangled, one stitch at a time, so easily it becomes included as a member of the whole item, as if the stitch itself didn't ever exist on its own. But the artist would know that this is not the case. It is not a completed scarf, sweater, jacket, hat. It is one stitch added to the next and the next. Each stitch individually is nothing, and yet without its individuality the whole is just a meaningless form. When each stitch fulfills its essence and is entangled with the stitch before it, after it, above it and below it, in its ultimate form, the image becomes complete. When that stitch is alone, it is merely a snippet of string. When it is joined, it fulfills an immensely more valuable role. Therefore, let us link up and entangle ourselves, our lives, our souls with others. But let the great artist weave us in the manner that makes use of our unique nature so that the final image can be that much more beautiful because we, ourselves, our very souls, are a part of it.
Just some random thoughts to ponder. Can you tell I've been reading Thomas Hardy's Tess of the d'Ubervilles?
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