I got back into a knitting groove this week, both because of the cool, autumn weather and my desperation to do something creative that I could tote with me around the house and on outings.
|A version of my Polish grandma's cabbage and noodle dish served with homemade refrigerator pickles|
I started working on an afghan, just to have something to settle my thoughts. The meditative rhythm of knitting often calms me, all the while allowing me to be creative.
Having been a knitter for 15+ years, starting a new project usually comes easy to me. However, this afghan has caused many hours of frustration. I don't blame the pattern, but blame my state of mind. It's been interesting to watch how foggy my brain is, despite the cursing about having to rip out stitches repeatedly, and even having to unravel the entire project once. As you can see from the photo, taken this morning, I still am not very far.
But like this week with the kids, I just kept starting over despite my mistakes. As a parent, you really don't have a choice; you get up, take a breath, and begin again. Somehow I just knew with my knitting that once I got into a rhythm, it would be worth it and I'd enjoy the process. I've finally gotten into that groove (stitch markers have helped), and am hopeful that things turn around this week in the parenting domain. Either way, I'll just keep trying, maybe even unraveling my negative thoughts in the process and hopefully starting anew.
Hope your week is off to a better start!