There is a term in the knitting and crochet world called "Frogging". Having absolutely nothing to do with actual frogs, it is a term that describes the frequently frusterating process of ripping out rows of stitches in order to fix a mistake in your work. It is a necessary evil for even the most experienced of crafters. And, although maddening, it is worth it in the end to have a piece that pleases the maker.
I believe there is a life lesson in everything we do- that nothing is mundane or unimportant. Knitting and crochet are no different. And so it was that I found myself, sitting in my office, pulling apart for the FIFTH time, stitches from a scarf I was attempting to make. I was crocheting it from a very fine lace weight yarn- something that I normally wouldn't ever work with. Subconsciously,
I must have been looking for a challange when I picked up this skein in the store. After surviving the summer semester of school with all five of my children home all summer, you would think I would have chosen an easy, bulky weight that I could sit and crochet mindlessly. However, I found myself a bit "shell-shocked" as I was coming down from 8 weeks of stress. The yarn found me. Little did I know how much I needed it.
In life, we have very little control over what goes on around us. As much as we like to think we rule our world, it simply isn't that way most of the time. The Universe has a rhyme and reason of its own and we are either on board or not. One reason that needlearts is so theraputic is its ability to give us some of our control back. In my knitting world, I am in control- I am the creator. And, just as THE Creator has to allow us to undergo times of reset, so it is also with the piece I create. Sometimes in life it means tearing it all apart and starting over. As painful as this process is
to us, we always emerge on the other side, much more peaceful and content. And so it was with my crochet. I can't explain why nothing was going right with the scarf. But I know that it took the willingness to rip it apart and start over in order to get back on track with a piece that I could be satisfied with. Was it painful? Yes. Did I feel like I wasted my time? No. You see, it is never a waste of time to pause for a moment, reflect on the path we are knitting together and be willing to start over for the sake of the finished piece.