My daughter talked me into starting a hat for her a couple weeks back. She chose a spool of yarn in rainbow hues and we bought a corking round, but I didn’t get far on the project because of course I have very little time to sit quietly and let my hands work.
Today we listened to General Conference, however, and this provided the perfect opportunity. The funny thing was that soon my hands fell into a rhythm, and I found I liked it. Liked the soft pile building in my lap, the slow creation of a tactile thing, the repetitious movement which left my mind alert and free to think. It was kind of like that thoughtful place you can get to when doing dishes, only pleasant.
So anyway, she now has a hat. Lumpy, a bit thin, unevenly knitted, but made with tlc by her mother. Luckily she’s young enough it may get worn a time or two.
