An Ode to Knitting Slow 3 Replies Take your time. Go slow. Feel. Each. Stitch. The rasp of wool on wooden needles. Soft alpaca against tired fingers. Sip tea and work oh so carefully. No deadline. No pressure. Just wool and needles and lots of time. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Sue August 28, 2015 at 7:49 PM Also, I have enjoyed your past posts, just been a bit overwhelmed the past few months. This post reminded me to slow down and be in the moment. Thank you, and I look forward–no wait. Just thank you. 🙂 Reply ↓
Thread Forward August 29, 2015 at 5:02 AM Lovely poem, I need to remember to enjoy knitting more often! Reply ↓
Zen . . .
Also, I have enjoyed your past posts, just been a bit overwhelmed the past few months. This post reminded me to slow down and be in the moment.
Thank you, and I look forward–no wait. Just thank you.
🙂
Lovely poem, I need to remember to enjoy knitting more often!