Knitting again, after almost a year of knitting nothing. It feels good. Especially when part of the process is working out the knots in this guy:
I'm still amazed that knitting is just a matter of manipulating one long piece of string into holding a shape. And I love the meditative nature of knitting- your mind wanders. Even if I'm watching a movie, or in the case of this weekend, the Superbowl, there's an inner shift when picking up the needles that feels akin to turning on a favorite movie or hearing the intro to a favorite song. You settle in because you know what you're in for, and you're glad to feel in unfolding. Knitting for me is a lot of memories of late night sofa time with year round christmas lights on the wall above me, Malcom in the Middle on TV and Kim, and sometimes Niegel, sometimes Garth, sometimes Anne, sometimes crazy New York knitting ladies in Soho, sometime Sarah Jessica Parker, sometimes the Subway with Kim on the way to church with my ball of yarn bouncing around a Bumble and Bumble bag, and sometimes Starbucks in Union Square during the denim yarn phase and sometimes it's 3am and we're knitting a wedding gift or a massive amount of dog sweaters for swanky publications or maybe it's me at my desk here, watching Robert Altman's "Nashville" and finishing a tea cozy for my sister in law, attempting my first bobble without anybody's help. Knitting feels so familiar and always a new adventure too. Come knit with me sometime.
The Briefing 4.21.17
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