When I talk to other knitters, students and artists I want to scream that it is okay to not be perfect and that it is alright to be imperfectly perfect.
We are all imperfect and somehow embracing this imperfection is just, plain, lovely.
I want to allow myself space to just be and to enjoy the process.
Meanwhile, these socks are going to be too big.
The girl with the perfect script in her brain will allow it.
Even though, and in spite of it all.
And yes, I did point my toes. Otherwise, you'd notice that they look a lot like Fred Flintstone's.