This morning I sat down to ohh and ahh over last night’s knitting entertainment, BBC’s Planet Earth Diaries, which are just amazing. Then it occurred to me: no one else seems to need additional entertainment for knitting, and there is a special category for easy, mindless “TV” knitting.
So am I missing something? Is there a part of knitting that I’m not tapping in to properly? The past few weeks, I’ve gained incredible momentum and energy from listening to books with yarn in my hands. The books enriched the knitting experience, and the knitting enriched the listening experience.
Now I am (of course) feeling paranoid that there is something wrong with me because I can’t be without an input, without listening to the news or a book or someone else’s opinions. Every day, when The Baron gets home from work, he goes out on the back patio and sits down in his special chair, from which he surveys his domain and watches the hummingbirds and butterflies. Occasionally he turns on music for this part of his day, but most often when I get home I find him just sitting quietly, observing the yard.
Perhaps blogging is becoming my reaction to all the noise I seem to seek out – a way to set aside a place and time each day to listen only to my own voice.