When I Knit For You
When I knit for you, I meander the aisles, caressing and squeezing each and every bundle. I carefully select the perfect one and press it lightly against my cheek, ensuring that it will be soft enough for yours.I see all of your colors, from the scarlet of passion, and the periwinkle of abandonment to the ocean of calm and the fog of sadness.
I explore the knit-osphere, seeking lace and cables, stockinette and ribs.
I untangle and wind, then plot and chart and track and count.
I settle in and settle down in my easiest of chairs, my legs tucked up and under.
I cast out old worries, hypnotized by the rhythm of clicking sticks.
I drop one and miss two. I curse and snarl, tink and rip out before I stubbornly begin all over again.
I fondly remember our time. I think of you when you were young and when you are now and hope for your tomorrows. I wonder if you will remember me.
I soak my pride. I fuss and straighten, pinning my hopes of perfection.
I unabashedly stand back and admire my craftiness.
When I knit for you, fluffy thoughts of your being feather the nest of my daydreams. I imagine you smiling, wrapped in loving warmth.
Those you knot for are very fortunate that you knit for them :)
ReplyDeletebetty
I'm pretty lucky too, I get to knit!
DeleteWhich is why if you don't respect my gift, I won't knit for you anymore. (Most people get how much work goes into such things, but some just don't get it.)
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean. Sometimes I worry that when I give a handmade gift the recipient might feel an obligation to like it or wear it. But most of the times I hope that's not the case.
DeleteLovely, almost makes me wish I could knit!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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