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21 December 2004 @ 11:23 pm
The Knitting Curse Strikes Again, or...  
...Habits carry on.

Well, I met a deadline this evening. I finished the blue alpaca & cashmere scarf I had been knitting up over the past few weeks. Funny thing is that I never considered *not* knitting on it, even when there was ruckus and doubts and such. Just a comforting thing to do, to pick up my knitting for a bit after work. The soft and luxurious feel of the rich fiber in my hands, the gentle sliding and hissing of the warm bamboo needles as I work, the soothing and repetitive motions that my hands have known for so long now, the power to design and create.

For real knitters there's never 'just a project', as we work our love and care into every stitch, our good thoughts and dreams. Because this project had been for someone special it was given that much more care and attention. I'm quite pleased with how the piece turned out - the extra care and effort show. It surpases all the normal criteria for warm and soft, is the right length, and the keyhole part turnd out well.

I'll admire it for another day and then find someone to give it to. There's too much invested and blue isn't my color.

Myabe I should stick to knitting for myself - no curses there...

-the redhead-
-the redhead-theredhead on December 22nd, 2004 09:43 pm (UTC)
Stopped by the women's shelter after work to give them some toiletries I picked up at lunch, as well as some pants I've slimmed out of and the scarf. It's good and fulfilling to donate things *nod* Especially these days.

One of the gals working there recognized the scarf for what it is and spent a moment appreciating the fiber, a fellow knitter. It's funny - first she asked if I had been given the scarf (we sniff out those who don't appreciate our work pretty quickly, don't we?). I told her that was not the case, that I had knit it myself.

Of course, we had to knitgeek for a moment, and then I stuck the scarf back in it's little holiday bag and asked her if there was someone special at the shelter to give it too. Sure enough, there was. They don't give any personal details on folks or embarrass them at all, but my fellow knitter let me peek surreptitiously around a corner when she went to give it.

A little blonde girl with pigtails, maybe nine or ten years old? Crazy skinny, just as I was at that age - all knees and elbows. They were kinda far away, but it was clear from the look on her face she liked it. It was just a momentary glimpse, but enough to watch her wrap it around her neck and snuggle up a bit.

I know the scarf has the right home.

-the redhead-