I have always wanted to learn knitting. I remember knitting a telephone cover when in 4th grade. One of my paternal aunts knits so beautifully and she always gave us sweaters and little pretty things for our birthdays. While I did learn it back then, I had quite lost the procedural memory for knitting. Until last year. I bought a knit-a-stole kit with the aim of setting things right, right away. While I did get down to task immediately, I left it midway only to pick it up today.
Knitting is like meditation. While there is a lot of creativity involved, I am at a stage where the canonical nature of it soothes me . To endlessly loop and see the pattern emerge before your eyes ever so slowly ( what did you expect from an amateur) is something to look forward to after long days of problem solving.
There are some amazing knitters out there creating beautiful stuff. What I am knitting is nowhere close to all of that and yet, simply ‘coz it makes me happy, I wanted it to be a part of my little world here.