Over Abundance

Dearest Knitting,

I know that you are well, and I hope that we can catch each other for a moment today as I know it’s a busy one but know that I love you and your wooly touch still gives me tingles when you lay your stitches just right. You know the way I mean.

I wanted to send you a heartfelt note of gratitude for the trials you’ve helped me through lately, particularly those involving that ever-touchy topic: Boys.

Sometimes I move so fast that I forget my purpose, to gain the moment I lose touch with my final goal. You and I both know that as cuddly as the stash is, its not such a good kisser and I think that maybe some of the stash would be better suited to a lovely admirerer who has perhaps less technical appreication than myself. (Sorry to the sock weight in the suitcase, I didn’t mean to stare but your twist was so interesting..) To that end we’ve been going on dates.

Of course I realize that you may find my behaviour on dates strange. Certainly you feel when I set the purse you hide in on the seat next to me, and you must wonder why you do not immediately see the blessed light of Outside. Or if you do come out, why do I only knit a little bit before putting you away? I’m sorry to have played at you, you deserve committment and somebody with stamina for the long rows ahead. I can be that knitter, but I have been so torn until just the other day.

When I pulled you out in that coffee shop to wait for him to show up, I thought it would be like the dates before. But when he sat down, I felt no compulsion to explain why I’d brought a friend. I didn’t feel like perhaps you were out of place. Knitting, I felt like he liked us. The way you moved so smoothly through my clever fingers entranced him during the lulls in conversation. Especially that little flip we do with the left pinky finger, that little trick I think was magnificent on our part.

And when he did comment, he was full of admiration for my skill and of course your loveliness. That made me smile, and you may have felt it in the way I stitched for the rest of the date. Though we left the coffee shop and hung out for many hours afterwards where you hid in the purse, I confess to you that he let me browse knitting books and even told me to buy one I was hesitant about!

Oh knitting, if only I’d known before what a good judge of character you can be I would have brought you on so many dates before this. But no regrets, because we’re going to make dinner with him tonight and I think that after dessert I can get a few rows in. I’ll see you then,

Love,

Rodger - Your True Knitter