I had three unfinished scarf projects I threw in my knitting bag yesterday and took to Nina’s. When I went to go knit, I picked up the one in the color I wanted to work on, and found myself looking at it, going, nahhhh…and putting it back down and picking up the brown one instead that had languished for so long, because I just hadn’t known whom it was supposed to be for nor why I should be making the effort to finish it. And I finished it.
It was the perfect color on that lovely African-American grandmother visiting her daughter and grandchildren for the afternoon today.
Moments like today’s are why I keep knitting.