Sep
Romance is Dead, or, Amelia
When it was young, my romance with knitting was filled with more passion than skill. I admired every too-small hat and ill-fitting tank top like the deformed offspring of a true love match. Now that the honeymoon is over, I neglect beautiful, growing sweaters as if I’m a Valium-addicted, tennis-playing, pool boy-loving housewife.
Knitting and I need to go on a romantic getaway. Deep down, after all, I still love it. We have our good moments: at the beginning of a pattern, when a new yarn is purchased, at interesting decreases or complicated colorwork sections. Maybe if I could stop focusing on the sister sirens, sewing and spinning, I would remember that ardor and renew my vows.
For now, I’ve had about nine inches of Amelia knit for two months. I pick it up and work a row here or there, but more with a sense of duty than excitement.
When I plow through this, I want an exciting pattern to bring back the love. Suggestions? Non-knitters feel free to weigh in with garment suggestions.
