stress knitting (revisted)
So … I got a leetle carried away with this stress-knitting thing.
Just a bit.
Actually it got pretty bad.
And then it got silly.
Somewhere around the third meter, I lost it.
I draped i-cord over everything in sight. Couldn’t help myself.
I noticed my salad was almost (but not quite!) as pretty as my knitting.
… a wandering rock-n-roller modeled for me
… as did some very random sculptures.
(This cast iron yard ornament approves of your awesomeness!)
But we wanted more, the i-cord and I. We wanted away from all that fuss.
And at the end, it was just me and the i-cord.
Like a Zen garden of stitches.
And I found something else, too.
Here’s my secret:
If you hold enough i-cord to your ear, you can hear the ocean.
shhhhhhhhhhhhh … don’t cry. it’ll all be all right.