I was knitting along minding my knitting business when out of a clear blue sky, a tiny nosebleed appeared in my stockinette stitching.
Ah, the conundrum. Would I proceed and pretend I did not see it or would I rip and begin the sleeve again?.
DH the computer guru said we have an app for that..Photoshop.
Could I deceive the legions of fans who breathlessly await the progress of my FIVE HOUR BABY SWEATER which has turned into a serial melodrama?
I bow to DH since I first learned to use a sewing machine in the seventies. I am now in my seventies and still learning.
Sewing a jumpsuit for my little girl and burning the midnight oil my DH sat patiently by while I sewed and ripped the inner thigh area just leaving enough room so that she could walk and move her little legs while wearing my masterpiece.
Well, back to the present. I am ready to contact the yarn company and asked them if they have notice of profusion of flies experiencing nosebleeds because the inspectors obviously missed this batch.
My DH told me that I do not have to knit but I placed my hand dramatically on my forehead and explain that it is for the children..yes I knit and sew for the children.
You knit too???? I feel so inadequate!
ReplyDeletePlease, Tess..this is so lovely of you.
ReplyDeleteI have to confess this SWEATER has made me cry today. I ripped and threw the dang thing across the couch. I am ready to flaunt my former successes of the past.
I so admire writers such as yourself who produce such entertaining novels and help us escape the ravages of the world around us. Thank you for such lovely comments.
Oh, so sorry about the tears. I wept many times trying to sew (and when I would do a wrong couple of rows of cross-stitching lines). I think there are many similarities between sewing (hand crafts) and writing. We get an idea, make plans, give it our blood sweat and tears, and work with it until we love it...and then we hope others like it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Tess.
ReplyDeleteI always thought there was no crying in knitting.
However, my DH caught me crying and thought that I was reading a Nicholas Sparks novel which is now verboden in the house because of the tears it manifests. Foolishly, I thought that as in a romance hovel he would sit me on his lap and remind me that I should remember that my grandson is growing and his pudgy arms will not fit into the sweater anyway. So I sit here waiting for comfort and deciding on a new project.
I was thinking that crafty people share a lot of the same hopes and dreams as novel writers so we are indeed sympatico. All the best, Tess!
If only life was a romance novel. But I will say this, there are projects all of us have to give up on every once in a while - I give them up to keep our sanity (I've had to do it with a few manuscripts and cross-stitching projects)...Have a fantastic Friday, Marie!!
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