My internet was down for a few days. The horror of it all! I now realize the extent of my internet addiction. No Yarn Harlot! No Wendy! No email! Yikes! It was bad, I tell you.
I even read a book.
It was about knitting, in fact it was Knitting, a novel, by Anne Bartlett. It was pretty good. It did have a lot of knitting content, in fact, the writer used to be a professional knitter.
One thing really struck me, and I thought it was profound. (If you plan on reading this book, you may want to skip what I'm about to say) Throughout the book, one of the characters, a woman who was a little "quirky" to say the least, kept carrying around these three large luggage/carpetbags. She took them everywhere, wouldn't let anyone touch them, and would only let them go under rare circumstances. She was a very good knitter, and a perfectionist. About 3/4 of the way through the book, it was revealed that the bags contained every knitting mistake she had ever made. If she made a mistake and couldn't correct it, she stuffed it in the bag, and then had to carry it everywhere she went.
How would you like to carry all your knitting mistakes around with you? Forever? How many of us carry our mistakes around with us like that in our invisible bags? Profound I say. Anyway, it really struck a chord with me.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I'm thankful for lots of things, my family, my three beautiful kids, all of my blessings, and at this particular moment, the internet.
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I had to add that mom got seventeen knitters for her elective class. Probably most of them were my fault. I told the preppy girls that knitting class was pretty easy.
My bad.
~Emily
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