I went to vote today (local township thing) and I noticed one of the helpers knitting a dishcloth, so of course I had to say something. Another woman there was giving her a knitting refresher course. I said I was a knitter too and proudly showed them my socks. They were shocked that I was actually wearing hand knit socks (really they didn’t even believe me at first). I think maybe I inspired them to move past the dishcloth lol. YAY!

You know, a handknit dishcloth is something that would never ever have occurred to me if I hadn’t started reading the Knitlist, years ago. My first one was the back of a cotton sweater that was halfway past the armhole decreases but was clearly never going to go any further. I’d been knitting that cotton yarn out of a mixture of guilt and gratitude after someone had given it to me, but no matter how hard I tried to love it, I truly did not. So it’s been a more-than-funky dishcloth and a conversation piece in the kitchen.

But–hmm. A dishcloth is something I could have finished quickly and given to that woman. Don’t put it past me.