What I'm trying to get at here, is the fact that it never seems to occur to people that this is my quiet time: I'm knitting because I need to think, to meditate, to draw on conclusions to the questions that life brings me. Knitting is a release, more than anything.
Yarn spans the roads of my life-- I would knit in the car on road trips with my dad, on airplanes to different cities, it is woven into my spiritual life like thick wheft. So, naturally, my purse does not leave the house without at least 100 yars of something and 2 needles in it. However, I find it awkward when turning out a 3-foot piece which any Joe 6-pack can tell is a scarf, and then people ask me what I'm making. I never understood this.
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