I have not posted anything to this blog for months and now it is starting to feel like a “thing.” It is starting to feel like nothing is worth posting—like who the hell cares what I have to say anyway? I don’t want this sort of relationship with writing, so I am just going to take a picture or two and throw this up, just to say I have posted something. You know?
Isabel chose new colors for her bedroom recently and when I asked her what she wanted for her birthday, she said, “I want you to make me a blanket for my new room.” So, we went to the craft store, picked out some yarn, and settled on a pattern.
Here is the first 20% of the blanket, which I project will take six more weeks to finish. When I finish I’ll post a picture of the final product.
Update: Here is how the blanket now looks, on Saturday, February 26.
Now, here it is March 18, 2013 and the blanket is finally finished. So, it took 2 years rather than the six weeks I thought it would. Here is the finished product:
And here she is, actually using the blanket to hide from her father and his camera:
I do. Your introspective writing makes me reflect on my own life in a way that I rarely pause to do. And for that, I thank you.
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Willow.
I think knitting or crocheting might be a metaphor for thinking. What are you thinking about?
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