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A Little Pretty



Something happened a few weeks back. An obsession of sorts.

It started with a quiet Saturday I had all to myself. Freed from the demands of school, the quiet offered possibilities I haven't known for quite some time.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to pass the time. But, not wanting to waste it, I fumbled through my yarn bucket(s) in search of something. Something easy. Something mindless. Something I could finish in the space of my free time.

I found a single skein of the most beautiful creamy orange cotton I purchased on a trip to Arizona. When I purchased it, forever ago, the color reminded me of the rocks I hiked and the sun as it set over those rocks. That trip now haunts me for the stupid decisions I made. {Remind me to not ever make life altering decisions under the influence of bright blue skies, fresh air, and spectacular scenery. Clearly I cannot be trusted to trust myself.}

I digress.

This yarn, with all its tangled memories, is beautiful, yet full of negative, sad emotions, along with a healthy dose of irritation. I've held onto it, not wanting to get rid of it, but also not really knowing how to have it in my life.

Plus, it's just one lonely little skein. Hardly enough to make anything.

I figured I had enough to make a dishcloth. And with all those bad memories wound up in the yarn, who cares if it got stained and smutty? Yes. That would be an exactly fitting use for the yarn.

Within an hour, I had my dishcloth. And truth be told, I fell in love with that yarn, and I still had the whole day ahead of me. Finishing the dishcloth was ridiculously satisfying, so I (re)scoured my yarn bin(s) for more cotton for which I didn't have plans.

I found three skeins of organic ecru; two skeins of pink {remnants of a sweet sweater vest I made Little Bit a lifetime ago}; three skeins of blue I bought for reasons unknown. BONUS: I unwound the most hideous skirt {I cannot begin to know what I was thinking when I my spent actual time knitting it}.

With all that yarn, I went on a get-outta-my-way-ain't-stopping-until-all-the-yarn-is-gone-and-dishcloths-are-stuffed-into-every-drawer-and-cabinet knitting spree. 

I knit until I got the dishcloths out of my system. 

They are beautiful and squishy and so lovely. And they make all the yuk of dishes and spills and daily life so much better. And pretty.

I deserve a little pretty.


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