My Sixth Year of Knitting, By the Numbers
Time hardly means anything anymore, it seems, but one anniversary that feels more tangible than even my birthday these days is when I first started knitting. It’s impossible to overstate how much my knitting practice means to my mental health, which is perhaps one reason it occupies so much of my brainspace and time. I’ve never been a “country counter” when I travel, and I’m not especially fond of tallies that seem purposefully designed to rank people in competition with one another. This annual tally, however, isn’t a comparison at all, it’s just a look in the rearview mirror on my own makes before IRead More →