Knitting 🧶

The coziest hobby on earth

I’m knitting something new, it feels good. The new ball of yarn unraveling like time but I’ve still got plenty left. There’s potential in this dark teal wool and satisfaction when I decide the way I want to weave it. I make mistakes, I change them to become part of the pattern. The stitches are like a song in my head, I sing them, I tap them out with my foot and whistle along to the tune I’ve made up. I thought it might be a hat when I saw the skein but now I know it will be an infinity scarf. My six inches of beaded rib is a metaphor for my worries. Working my hands intricately help me forget them. I have time. - Poem by Mimi