There was a me before knitting.I can barely remember that person now but I know she must have existed, I have photos of her. This version of me loved planning for holidays by planning a list of books I’d like to think I might be able to read / carry around with me whilst I’m away. this was a habit I got from my Dad, my Mum takes great pleasure in planning clothes and outfits. On reflection I begin to wish I had a bit more of this skill as my holiday draws to a close and I am forced to dive into the laundry basket to find clothes which are less dirty / covered in yoghurt due to an overexcited dinner with my tiny dictator.
Now when planning the my holiday I plan my knitting. In some ways this is an improvement, knitting is significantly lighter than the pile of books I used to bring, but I tend to fall into the same hole and believe I can get more knitting down than I physically could do in a week. Also the knitting is more spikey than the books and not quite is amiable to being squashed down into a suitcase.
My holiday knitting is
The knit was a Christmas present from my brother, he’s great with presents and as he now lives in Scotland I think he found the Shetland link pleasing.
So here I am on holiday, sitting on the deck watching the sun going down, knitting my little heart out and just admitting to myself I am so not going to get this hat done while I’m away but then I remind myself that the reason I love knitting is for the way it teaches me to slow down, so I breathe, look around and accept my limitations – happiness follows.