Knitting

I like knitting.

It eases my mind and helps my heart to be at ease. When the knits are so embedded
in my hands that my head has them programed in the back, with no need to
consciously organize their place & pace, I fall into a Zen state where I can stare at
the horizon and merge my thoughts with the thousand variations of orange and yellow
colors melted in the sky canvass of a perfect dusk conquering the twilight.

And then, I run out of yarn or, better yet, the yarn has turned into a beautiful
yarmulke. And then I realize that in order for something to be born the
contemplation has to end, for every sunset is preceded by dusk in an eternal
succession of new beginnings.

never let the truth get in the way of a good yarn.

Amen.

I don't even let it get in the way of a good yawn either.

Here's a useful tip.

Use one of your old woolen jumpers that you got for christmas, by painstakingly unravelling the wool (yarn?) into balls, and using it to make your next Knitting opus. That way, even if you don't manage to finish the job, you've rid yourself of your faggy christmas present.

Originally posted by huckleberryhound
Here's a useful tip.

Use one of your old woolen jumpers that you got for christmas, by painstakingly unravelling the wool (yarn?) into balls, and using it to make your next Knitting opus. That way, even if you don't manage to finish the job, you've rid yourself of your faggy christmas present.

Can you knit a sombrero?

form-fitting socks dude! they're the future! comfortable, and sexy! form-fitting socks! they're the next big thing! form-fitting socks!

say, i'm looking for a business partner. you knit, i'll handle marketing. what do you say? are you up for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? form-fitting socks!

Originally posted by Seitse
I like knitting.

It eases my mind and helps my heart to be at ease. When the knits are so embedded
in my hands that my head has them programed in the back, with no need to
consciously organize their place & pace, I fall into a Zen state where I can stare at
the horizon and merge my thoughts with the thousand variations of orange and yellow
colors mel ...[text shortened]... on has to end, for every sunset is preceded by dusk in an eternal
succession of new beginnings.

MID PLEASURES AND PALACES THOUGH WE MAY ROAM

BE IT EVER SO HUMBLE THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME

Originally posted by Ice Cold
I do needlepoint. 😕

MID PLEASURES AND PALACES THOUGH WE MAY ROAM

BE IT EVER SO HUMBLE THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME

Nice huh? 😞

I am delighted to be surrounded by such classy gentlemen.

Originally posted by wormwood
nice embroidery on your groucho avatar. sensitive touch, yet manly.

Originally posted by Seitse
I am delighted to be surrounded by such classy gentlemen.