My brain has been fixed on knitting lately, often at inappropriate times. Like at work when I’m helping a customer…. I mean “GUEST”…. this one woman was wearing a gorgeous knitted lace jacket, 3/4 sleeve (my personal fav), and I had to force myself to keep my eyes on hers so she didn’t think I was ogling her breasts or something horrible like that. But really, it was gorgeous! I felt compelled to see what kind of pattern it was so I could sketch it out later. When she turned around I stared at her back intently, but alas, the back was solid St st. Cruel knitting gods!! I shake my fist at you!
::Not really:: J/K Knitting gods. I heart you. Really. Don’t smite me, please.::
Then this afternoon, between work and school, I was reading The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien.(I think Tolkien has a beautiful way with words. ::Content sigh::) Well, I was trying to relax after being on my feet for hours and hours, reading this particular passage:
“…Of the fabric of Earth had Aulë thought… but the delight and pride of Aulë is in the deed of making, and of the thing made, and neither in his own possession nor in his own mastery; wherefore he gives and hoards not, and is free from care, passing ever on to some new work.” (8)
And I thought,
And then I thought,
And then of course, I wonder what kind of lace Aulë would use for a 3/4 sleeve cardigan…
Can’t I just have ONE quiet moment to myself to enjoy a book without interruptions from my brain? The knitting fiend that lives inside my head (no, really) is giving me no rest lately. I laughed to myself and decided on the spot that I needed to share it with you all.
So there you go. :)
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