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a reason I knit |
| I love seeing yarn looped horizontally across knitting needles, to feeling it pass, so smooth, so strong, through the fingers and turn into a web— each piece unique as the time and knitter who created it. knitting is a knot. one enormous knot as bit as the pattern and imagination can make it. one pull in a right place, and it will unravel, running down in ladders that break the pattern— leaving only destruction. in a project bag, I play with shades of pink yarn and ladders, dropping intentional stitches to make a cabled shawl as light as lace, and whenever I come to a place to drop a stitch, I blush, and look around, too bashful to let it fall where anyone can see, but filled with glee to see the pattern form from something I feel I shouldn’t do. Prompt for: Jan 24, 2016 ▶︎ |