Ever have your knitting all in a well-behaved queue, knowing exactly what you’re going to do next and what after that and all according to plan? And then have something in your stash leap onto your needles completely of itself and absolutely demand that no, you have to do what it says now.
Matter of fact you suddenly realize it has played loop the leap on you and has you all wrapped around its little needly fingers. And there you go.
Ever have a project, as you knit it in delighted unanticipated anticipation of the outcome, of the person you hope it’s going to make a difference to, tell you that it is THE prettiest, best thing you ever made ever? You argue with it, you know it’s silly, you cite examples–but it grins right back at you and tells you that you feel this way the most when you’re anticipating most happily on someone else’s behalf, and yes you felt like that two weeks ago on that Epiphany shawl (and it was true!) and on the and the and the but for all of that, why, yes, this IS it. The very best thing ever for this particular moment. Can’t wait to send it off.
Yes. I have definitely felt that way too.