Aug 26, 2011, 1:12 PM
Post #8 of 8
I think the knitting is a lot like travel... it's not the destination, but the journey that gives meaning to the exercise. I seem to recall when my mother took up knitting, using whatever was on sale at the local store, or ended up in the remainder bin. I receiving an blanket that was orange and green at one end, then orange and pink, then electric blue and pink, melding (not quite seamlessly) into black and fire engine red.
Ugly blanket , and probably I could have bought something just as utilitarian for a lot less effort at a dollar store, but I think the point was knitting, not the product. Which had some use to someone ... in this case, the dog who slept on it (and as far as I know) was color-blind.