Last year I bought a couple new shirts. As I was ironing them the other day, with a shock I remembered buying two shirts in December 1978 almost identical to these. For someone who advocates personal change in order to bring about a better world, it’s embarrassing.
I keep old clothes like these for messy painting, gardening, cider-making type jobs. The sleeves got in the way, they were ragged, so I cut them off.
The weather outside is frightful but knitting in a warm house is delightful.
I bought a new coat and my gloves don’t match. I decided to make a new pair using the same pattern but changing the colours. More stuck-in-a-rut-ed-ness? Is it frivolous to make new gloves just because they don’t match? They didn’t match my previous coat either, which was given to me second hand. I found it jarring every time I pulled them out of my pockets. Oh, these really do not match. Artistic over-sensitivity? It takes several hours to knit a pair of gloves. Dollar stores have them and I would be contributing to some poor factory worker’s betterment somewhere in the world if I bought them. On the other hand (ungloved for the moment) is it not good to be industrious and creative myself?
Like my knitting, my thoughts go back and forth or round and round.
I can only hope I have more success at changing my heart than my feathers.