Where are you going and where have you been?

I really don't find knitting relaxing or theraputic at all. I enjoy it, yes, in a must-finish-project-NOW sort of gogoGO vibe.

I pretend to watch TV while I'm knitting, but I don't really watch TV. I watch my fingers and I watch the yarn. Ideally, I'll listen to music... or maybe the unexplored territory of books on tape. Airports are great. Car trips are ok.

And god-forbid I accidentally drop a stitch or knit when I'm supposed to purl, because then my afternoon/evening is ruined. It takes me minutes to fix the undoing or wrong-doing that can happen in a second. If I can fix it at all.

The good news is, I don't really care about mistakes. As long as it isn't horribly misshappen and I can keep going, I will. Right?--that thing about including an imperfection because nothing is perfect except for God? Yessss. I like that thing.

This is a scarf. It is halfway finished. The stripy bits come from purposefully dropping stitches (perfect!), and the pattern is located here. The yarn is a variagated Noro Silk Garden in lovely shades of green, blue, khaki, purple and orange... but mostly green. Green green green.

Here's the last secret: I find knitting sort of boring. But then, I find most everything sort of boring. I can't remember the last time I jumped into a project--work or pleasure--with pure, unadulterated joy.

The projects exist, I am sure of it. But where? And how?