Alone

Some say that knitting is an essentially solitary activity; one knitter, two sticks.

I suppose I can see how you could think that.

But there is a project now blocking on my back porch. It was knit with Stacey in mind, using the colour Hazel chose, out of yarn Jocelyne selected when Liz was destashing.

I cast it on in anticipation of a trip with Beverly and Heather- a trip where I met Ruth and Brendan. It was finished with Rhonda, and Thomas, and Jess, while we celebrated with Marcie and Erin and Anna and Denise.

These people, and these places, are worked into the fabric. The saving grace in the midst of travel frustrations. the sunlit hill where children played. The birthday party where the bag of de-stashed yarn changed hands. The heartbreak of game 7. The ridiculous antics of the Bluth family.

So, even as I laid it out to dry in one of the rare quiet moments when I am the only person in the house?
I wouldn’t say I was alone.

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