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Sitting and knitting did for me what sitting quietly didn't. I lasted about 5 minutes over three days. On the first day, the Philosopher Cat (pictured below) tracked me down for a cuddle as I was sitting quietly - a privilege because she generally keeps to herself. She never stays long, and when she had departed, I picked up my knitting and I focused on the pattern as a mantra.
The pattern is for a scarf with frilled ends. It’s my own creation, or as much as anything one knits can be one’s own creation. The ends have a Christmas bell kind of look, it is in a very Christmassy red 8 ply (double knitting/worsted) – a strange choice of activity and project for an unusually warm and humid post-Christmas Melbourne summer.
After quite a bit of unraveling (myself and the yarn) I’m close to grafting the two ends of the scarf together. I am quite familiar with Kitchener Stitch, particularly using it to graft seamless toes for socks, but information on grafting patterned (rib and purl) stitches is more of a challenge.
Such a splendid saying - I wonder where it came from. I have some suspicions.
New year, same old me. I find that am I identifying a little too much with John M. Wagner's Maxine, particularly her attitude to daily organisation. I'm thinking specifically of 11am, but not just that.
Rather than clean my desk today, I volunteered to do the household shopping. How desperate is that! First stop was the newsagent, where I bought a lifestyle magazine that featured an article on the benefits of meditating with a brief outline of how to do it.
A few years ago I bought a book about knitting meditation, Mindful Knitting. I loved reading it and then gave it away to someone who I thought would go beyond reading about it.
Tomorrow I will sit still for twenty minutes and give the method outlined in the magazine a trial.
