Ok. So I was going to write about the craft of knitting and its rich history and the women and men who passed the skill down through the ages so that our ancestors could stay warm and reasonably dry. And how, in many ways, the craft has turned into a hobby and that many people allow their finished items go unworn, that this craft has, in many ways, become something that basically just keeps us busy and usually happy...even though there are countless designers and those who spend their time knitting for others, which keeps the old spirit of the craft alive.
But housewifery and motherhood has taken its toll and I'm all out of gas.
It's something to ponder, though, isn't it? Just yesterday I was moaning about all the projects I have going and how it had become a little stressful, and not as fun as it used to be.
I mean, it's as if I'm in a race of one, knitting basically for the sake of knitting, or keeping my fingers moving. All the stress of the previous weeks creating a havoc, a conundrum, a snarl in my life.
So I gathered up most of the socks I've knitted and not given away, and put them on a tray. The first thing I notice is that they have all been worn, well, except for the green cabled ones in the center (three words for you: Short row heels. Don't like them). And I also see the Christmas colored ones, the ones HWWV accidentally felted.
But I'm rambling.
The thing about socks, for me, is that knitting them grounds me. Maybe it brings me back to the roots of the knitting craft. I think most knitters have a grounding project. It could be hats, mittens, fair-isle sweaters, even dishcloths (made another couple with cheerful yarn from my buddy Heather, and loving them.)
I'm thinking that spending more time on my own personal grounding project will help me to center again. Get my mojo back to it's 87% best-operating level. Bring down the yeast levels. Heal the tingling in the left arm. Help me to not only to knit a purposeful item, but allow me to view the "fluff" projects more positively, too.
Most of all, maybe knitting socks will give me the strength to pull out the old Oreck Carpet and Upholstery Cleaning Machine and attack the giant--and very deep--pee puddles poor Girlfriend left on my favorite red chair and lovely mustard-colored silk pillow this afternoon. Yup. Maybe that will do the trick.