Knitting

I was out with a friend and her young cousin last week. We were at a bead shop. I was broke, so in order to fend off temptation I started knitting. After a bit, the young cousin came over to me and asked me some questions about my knitting. In the course of the conversation, I realised two things.

1. I like knitting because there is no wrong way of doing it. Like life, there are choices to make. Some are obviously superior to others (placement and number of arms), and some are not (color scheme, stitch pattern). And sometimes, like life, the mistakes you make turn out better than what you had planned. There is no do-it-this-way-or-else in knitting. There is only, do you like it that way?

2. I'm really good at knitting. I do my best to be modest, really, I do. But there are some things that I can acknowledge that I do well, just as there are some things that I know I don't do well. I knit really well. I'm not a great housekeeper. I bake really well. Cooking, not so much. Since I can state the things I'm bad at (ballet, I'm looking at you), I should also be able to talk about the things I'm good at. And I'm good at knitting. Soon I will post pictures of the mittens I'm making for my dad. They're pretty kick ass, I'm not going to lie.