In starting my next washcloth I decided to employ a stitch pattern I like called Seed Stitch. I remember it being k1p1k1p1.... so I dove into it and the shittyness of what's collecting on that needle is fugly. I reflect on my stubbornness that keeps me from consulting resources to aid my quest. I force myself to muddle-through and live with whatever develops. It is a disease of the mind! Thank you, shitty knitting, for helping me see my illness from a fresh perspective. Maybe I can knit my way out of this pattern.
I take yarn and make half-assed attempts at knitting things. It's about process, not product. My goal is to knit myself back together and it won't be pretty.
Sunday, October 29, 2017
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