i’ll tell you why…

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i’ll tell you why…

April 25, 2009 by badrabbyt

… i really, really, really have to like you to knit for you. or create anything for you.

first, it’s labor intensive, making stuff. it involves planning, color spectrum analysis (which i used to farm out to kitten, but sadly i now have to do it by my ownself) (by the way, i still hear the cat in my room. is that weird? anyone? and is it even weirder that i’m worried i’l leave her spirit behind when i move?), and math. and a bit of brow furrowing on occasion. there’s also washing the finished whatever-it is, and blocking if it’s made of the yarn. and then i have to remember to take pictures of it, so i can brag about my handiwork on ravelry.

second, i’m sure i’m doing my wrists and shoulders no favors. even if i am hunched over some way beautiful yarn. i’m still hunched over (yeah, i’m not sure why, either) and doing some repetitive stuff. so, that’ll be awesome in 10 years.

third, i’m totally setting myself up for failure. if i make something for someone, there’s the huge chance they won’t like it. or they won’t appreciate it. even when i knit for myself, there’s a chance i won’t like the finished object.

and i’m totally not complaining. these are the risks anyone takes with sharing their creative outlet.

however. i am super choosy about whom i share my obsession with. some people… well. they don’t deserve to be knat for. you know?

my roommate, z, is one of those people. when we were snowed in this winter, i gave her a pair of my self-knit wool socks. because she was cold, and because they made me itch. something about this particular brand of wool. i gave them knowing full well she wouldn’t appreciate them. sure enough, even though i told her they were wool, and shouldn’t be introduced to the dryer, she managed to shrink one of them. yeah, just one. now she has an unwearable pair of socks. awesome.

about six or seven years ago, she was on my case to make her a blanket. i have a bunch of crocheted blankets, and she loved them immensely. they’re warm and pretty, and each takes me about a month to make. even though her birthday’s in august, i made her one of these super-warm blankets.

they're interlocked squares of flowers

she loved it, and thanked me.

this past winter, she brought it out and had it on the back of the couch. where it’s still sitting. and where i noticed…

this angers me to no end

abuse.

now, if shoes were switched, and this were her hard work sitting mangled on my couch, i’d ask if there were a way to repair it. or, ask her how i could put it back together.

seriously. i want to have a screaming, kicking fit about this

i don’t know if the dog is absently chewing on this (he loves yarn, as more than a friend, if you get my meaning), or if the kids are picking it apart. all i know is, i have a similar blanket, and it still looks perfect.