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Back and forth.......same distance

@brittarnhild

I am a gardener. I love being a gardener.
I am a knitter. I love being a knitter.
I am a blogger. I love being a blogger.

There are so many things I want to do. My days have never enough hours. My energy level is never high enough. Every day I try to teach myself that what I do is enough. What I am is enough. Some days I succeed.

Most days I still pray for more hours though. And I guess that is a blessing. Never a boring moment. Always the life I want to live.

Still there are a few challenges. Like when Terje and I sat out on the veranda outside our kitchen, the verande Terje made for my 50th birthday 9 years ago, tonight (we had sun till about 9.30pm). I was knitting on the two shades grey scarf when I discovered I did something wrong. Two rows in every shade instead of three.

Unraveling it had to be.
We have a saying here in Norway: back and forth, same distance.......

 

 

Knitting is supposed to slow down your heart beats

@brittarnhild

Knitting is supposed to slow down your heart beats. That´s what I´ve heard and that´s what I believe......or believed. Yesterday it did not!

Over the last couple of years my oldest daughter has become qjuite an avid knitter. I taught her to knit when she was a girl, like I have done with all our four childern, but she never continued, not until she got pregnant and started to knit tiny garments, first for a baby, now for a toddler. From time to time she needs a little help, just like she did now, and came to me with a pair of wool pants she was making for Leander 15 months. "Mom, the rib is too wide, it looks like a kind of a balloon on him. Do you think you can help me?"

Of course I could help her. "Just leave the pants here with me and I will unravel the rib and knit a new one!" I told her very confident.

It didn´t take long to prove how wrong I was. The upper rib was where she had started the knitting, and unraveling from "the wrong side" is impossible.

I started out very optimistic. But it took me only seconds to realize that I was about to knit myself into a deep mess. After a while I could feel my heartbeats speeding up. After some more time I couls hear them, and soon my husband could hear them too. Then he knew it was time to come to my resque. Together we cut, we unraveled and after a lot of work I was ready to reinserting the needles.

I was back in paradise again :-)

And in paradise everything is easy. Soon the new rib was finished, and today I was ready to try the pants on again.
Yes, they are perfect, and Leander and I can enjoy our grandmother and grandchild day.