To some it is a dieing art form, to others it is reminiscent of their Grandmothers; to me it is what my hands were created to do.
It is a peaceful solitary art, or the reason for a social gathering. It is a connection to my heritage, to all the women before me lovingly caring for their families. It is an expression of my creativity and demonstration of the love I have for someone. It will be how I am remembered by others, and a gift passed on to my niece; as it was passed to me by my Aunt.
Most days, it is one of my first and last thoughts. What project am I working on today? What project do I have waiting to begin? Crying out to me from my secret stashes "here I am", "remember me?", "you fell in love with me in the knitting store, remember?".
This prompts me to wonder, can you ever have enough yarn in waiting? This is like wondering if you can ever have enough books, enough perfectly made coffee, or enough free time. Perhaps, it is better to leave some questions unanswered for fear of the inevitable truth.
Or maybe, I will simply and contently subscribe to Scarlett O'Hara's attitude when addressing my yarn stash. "Afterall, tomorrow is another day." (and another project!).
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