Had my second knitting class last night. When I got home I showed Michael my work, and his comment was, “Hey, wow, that actually looks like somethin’.”
As long as he’s content to think of my knitting purely in the abstract sense, we’ll get along fine, but if he starts trying to categorize it too much, we might get into trouble. My knitting can’t be constricted to the narrow definitions that society puts on yarn. It simply is.
It’s best we not let ourselves get too hung up on labels. It might be a scarf, it might be a hat. Who knows? Certainly not me.
Whatever it is, it has a weird little tail that I never meant for it to have…
Wait! I’ve got it! Maybe it’s gonna be a dog!