Sometimes, OK, often, I find myself caught up in my knitting in such a way as to have the attitude
I've done a lot of knitting on the sock this afternoon and somewhere in the knitting I got the message. Which I've gotten countless times in the past with any number of projects (mostly socks — go figure). But this time it was louder or more incessant.
And it's true. I've only five or so more rounds to knit on the leg. Then there's the short row heel. On the foot I won't be knitting round and round in pattern. Only the top of the foot stitches will be in pattern — the rest will be stockinette.
Of course, the "message" also has a broader meaning in my knitting. Lately, I often lose the Zen in my knitting. I knit purposefully toward a goal. This needle. This row/round. This section. This project. Why? So I can move on to the next project and do the same thing? If that's all there is, then there is no end. How depressing.

So I'm going to consciously slow down (again!) and feel the knit. Enjoy the process. Enjoy the feel of the yarn. How it forms the stitches. How the color stripes. The odd little bit of color where the crimson and the blue dyes touch. I really like it when I can connect with the Zen in my knitting. It feeds me instead of frenzies me.
This sock will get done in it's own time. And there will ALWAYS be another sock. Another scarf. Another sweater. Another afghan/blanket. There will always be another. I'll only have physical possession of this pair of socks a short time but they'll always be my socks.
blogging to: a quiet house
reading: The Moor by Laurie R King (a Mary Russell & Sherlock Holmes mystery)
Parting Shot: "If there's nothing wrong with me . . . maybe there's something wrong with the universe!" ~ Dr. Crusher from Star Trek: The Next Generation, the episode Remember Me
Must. Knit.
Must. Finish. This. Needle.
Must. Finish. This. Round.
That seems how it has been on this second and even a lot of the first Rock Chalk Jayhawk Sock for my SIL. One more needle done and one more round marked down in my notes was a victory towards getting this project done so I could Knit. Something. Else. And it was a bit that way with the Blue Baby Blanket although I was charmed by the pattern every time I held it up to examine it which wasn't nearly often enough once I got going.Must. Finish. This. Needle.
Must. Finish. This. Round.
I've done a lot of knitting on the sock this afternoon and somewhere in the knitting I got the message. Which I've gotten countless times in the past with any number of projects (mostly socks — go figure). But this time it was louder or more incessant.
Enjoy this knit. These are the last few rounds on the leg. These are the last few rounds you will ever knit in this pattern all the way around with this yarn on this sock.
And it's true. I've only five or so more rounds to knit on the leg. Then there's the short row heel. On the foot I won't be knitting round and round in pattern. Only the top of the foot stitches will be in pattern — the rest will be stockinette.
Of course, the "message" also has a broader meaning in my knitting. Lately, I often lose the Zen in my knitting. I knit purposefully toward a goal. This needle. This row/round. This section. This project. Why? So I can move on to the next project and do the same thing? If that's all there is, then there is no end. How depressing.

So I'm going to consciously slow down (again!) and feel the knit. Enjoy the process. Enjoy the feel of the yarn. How it forms the stitches. How the color stripes. The odd little bit of color where the crimson and the blue dyes touch. I really like it when I can connect with the Zen in my knitting. It feeds me instead of frenzies me.
This sock will get done in it's own time. And there will ALWAYS be another sock. Another scarf. Another sweater. Another afghan/blanket. There will always be another. I'll only have physical possession of this pair of socks a short time but they'll always be my socks.
blogging to: a quiet house
reading: The Moor by Laurie R King (a Mary Russell & Sherlock Holmes mystery)
Parting Shot: "If there's nothing wrong with me . . . maybe there's something wrong with the universe!" ~ Dr. Crusher from Star Trek: The Next Generation, the episode Remember Me



















