Long overdue

As is the way with all blogs, the best intentions end up landing in the back of the closet collecting hairballs hacked up from the cat.  So it is with this one.  And like all blogs, coffee and a little time on one's hands will revive it.  So it is today.

Sitting here with caffiene filling my veins, a few rows of knitting worked up, and the empty cups from the crochet/knit group that just left gives you the setting.

All came to share their art and with it came a part of their life.  The hands today created for self, selflessness, and for the sake of stitching.   We make no longer make because we "have to".  That part of life is left to history books.   Without the "need" present in our life we are left to fill our "desires", and because we must create... we transform those "desires"  back to a "need."

This is evident in the needful desire of one individual today.  I helped a knitter come to the darkside.  The cause she is learning the craft for brought her to hooking and will keep her coming back.   The passion to make has her learning an entirely new skill set, and she was fearless.  The knowledge came with struggles:   the hook popped out of loops, snagged the wrong threads, was too tight then too loose, pulling back had to happen to fix a problem, and sometimes we plowed on with a "good enough" attitude.  6 stitches eventually became 12, then 18 (don't worry it was planned) and will keep growing.  It must.  She "needs" it to.