Knit two. Purl two. Knit two. Purl two.
The odds and ends of a lifetime of knitting reduced to a hamperful (and then some) of yarn. Bright sparkly reds, calm pastels, and itchy purple. All gearing up to be mashed together into a beautiful afghan that will not match at all. Yarns that any sane person would not put together are about to share one common purpose.
Knit two. Purl two. Knit two. Purl two.
The same pattern that first introduced her into the realm of the knitting. The only pattern that she has ever really liked to knit.
Two forwards. Two backwards. Two forwards. Two backwards.
Perhaps after this forwards and backwards dance of knitting and purling, she will venture out into more complicated and delicate patterns. But for now this insane knitter will do what she knows: the easy traditional stitch that she has become so comfortable to her in order to produce a (hopefully) comfortable product.
Who knows what beautiful patterns will come from this hamperful of yarns that were not supposed to be weaved together. Who knows what beautiful patterns will come from more complicated and delicate patterns. But one thing is true: ugliness will most definitely come before the beauty. Or perhaps in the ugliness is only where beauty is found.
