tangled and twisted.

Knitting.

It’s a family thing, I intend to carry on.

My Grandma has been trying for 13 years to teach me and get keep me going.    Cindy is the support on this side of the pond.    I’ve carried plenty of attempts to both Grandma and Cindy for help, repair, finishing, beginning and solving.   Both can tell some comical stories about my efforts in the world of knits and purls.

In the last few months, it’s been quite a calming, centering, grounding and peaceful practice.   I’ve been working on  a blanket of squares for baby blue!  Granted by the time it’s finished he’ll probably be walking but nonetheless I continue to knit away at my squares.

Until this week when my wool ended up in a tangled and twisted mess and the image of my Grandma taking the time to roll her wool into balls came rushing back.    I can remember her saying to me, I should do it this way, even though its time consuming because otherwise you end up with a tangled and twisted mess.    And what do you know,  I’ve spent all week trying to untangle the twisted mess and roll the wool into a ball from the other end.

This morning I was working on it some more (I can’t finish my square until the mess has been rolled up) when I realized that what’s interesting about my tangled and twisted mess is that there are actually no knots in it – it’s really just tangled and twisted up and needs only to be pulled out.   Knots for some reason seem so much more definitive and troublesome.  How you pull it out is what counts though, I learned.   If you pull too hard then you end up with what appears as a knot but is really just a very tight tangle.   You have to loosen it up where it is tangled the most.   You have to pull gently.   Pick carefully.    And be patient undoing things a bit at a time.   And then you try again.   Oh and it takes time when you have the tangled and twisted mess that I ended up with this week.

I think my life is more like my knitting, than I’d like to admit.