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I have a deep and inexplicable need for my knitting to be insanely simple. I wouldn’t find this at all remarkable if it weren’t for the fact that I don’t feel the same way about crochet. Or at least not to the same extent.

I’ve tried knitting cables, and I’ve tried knitting lace. I’ve even succeeded a time or two. Hell, if the pattern is rhythmic enough, I’ve even enjoyed it.

Building that rhythm seems to be the key for me. I suspect this is why I took to spinning like the proverbial duck to water. (Nevermind that I’ve worked with it for all of an hour or so…I know love at first sight when I see it.)

I look at projects on Ravelry sometimes and wish for a few minutes that I were the kind of knitter that could and would make those things. But really? I’m happy over here in the corner with my dishcloths. Knitting for me is sort of like my old Birkenstocks…simple, useful, and dead comfortable.

Which would be why I love it.

Just saw this on Rav…where else? LOL.

A Tight-Knit Community

The subtitle: Why Facebook can’t match Ravelry, the social network for knitters.

Oh hell yes!

Of course, in my case it’s more likely to be crochet, but it all comes with the same set of issues:

I am not an overly social person, and nothing that I do while out and about seems to draw as much comment as pulling out a project and yarning away.

This drives me absolutely nutty.

When I’m in a waiting room, all I usually want is to blend into the woodwork. I’m stressed out by small talk; I’m even more stressed by it when I’m stressed already. I generally don’t make a public appearance unless I have to. I’m a homebody. I work in retail and I already talk to people all day. It absolutely exhausts me. The last thing I want is to chat with random strangers at a time I could be enjoying the quiet. Having my rhythm broken is far more annoying than never having the rhythm in the first place.

I don’t knit at work anymore, either. Same issues, but magnified, as I feel compelled to not be standoffish with those I have to see most days.

I don’t know if I really have a point, other than finding it soothing to grumble about having to either talk to folks or leave the crochet home. But I suppose grumbling is part of what a blog is for. 🙂 Though I’m sure there’s an interesting thought in there somewhere about the difference between random people in public and random people on the internet. In public once removed, or something.