I have recently taken up crocheting which has reinvigored my interested in knitting as well. I found many patterns for both technique claiming to be simple but when you have very little experience, nothing is truly simple. The key is to take it a stitch at a time. Trust your pattern but ultimately trust your instincts. If it’s not looking right in the process, chances are it’s not going to be right when it’s done. Never fret, just pull the thread and start again.
In almost all needlework you are weaving one continuous thread in a series of varying knots to create some greater piece. There is a beauty in such an understanding. There is zen and flow to the crafts, you must not pull too tightly nor allow it to be too loose. Depending on the size or design you will have to incorporate additional threads to complete the piece. When you do this correctly, not matter how many different threads you have used, it still appears as one solid unit.
So I know, I’m a little late for the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge for the Jan 6 theme of “launch” but I happened to snap this today and just had to share. This little darling is Tex, a 4 year old Tabby and the T stands for Trouble. She is sweet and loving when she wants to be, but feisty and stubborn more often than not. Yet, no matter how diabolical her plans prove to be, she always manages to find the most angelic ways to slumber.
On this blisteringly cold, Florida winter afternoon (80 degrees) we find her dreaming of Olympic ski jumping. Tex stands poised on her specially adapted skis, surveying the impressive expanse of snow capped solitude that reaches out before her. She breaths in deep the thin, crisp air as she prepares for the leap ahead of her. The clock to her left begins to count down with a loud, jarring tone and then a buzz signaling go. With a shove Tex is hurdling down the slope, muscles taunt, balanced and prepared. Before a moment can go by the slope suddenly ramps toward the sky and with a graceful push away from the ground, this feline is airborne. As she soars through the sky, she spots a near by flock of birds passing without fear that a predator has taken to the air. With an expert maneuver, she veers toward them and begins an aerial assault they could have never prepared for. Bloodied feathers float listlessly to the ground as a maniacal, chittering meow echoes across the mountain side.
Hey, why not, it’s a kitty’s dream!