OK so I don't really have any new knitting to report. Everything looks pretty much the same. The purple sock is still purple, Lady Eleanor slowly plugs along, and I am getting ready to start Arwen soon.
But I was cleaning the kitchen and thinking about "sweater worthiness" and relationships in general, (don't ask me why, I don't know) when it occurred to me that we (we meaning some women, not all women, and as a society, not as any one individual. I don't mean to presume, it's just how I see things) are so quick to give our bodies to a relationship when we wouldn't give them the time of knitting them a sweater.
And it makes me think.
My body is so much more important than the time I spend knitting something.
Perhaps this a view that come with the wisdom of life experience and older age, but I wanted to share it.
If a man (or woman as the case may be) is not worthy of hand knit sweater from you, then is he really worthy of your body? It certainly makes me rethink my views on certain things, because I have been involved with men whom I wouldn't have knit an I-cord for, much less a sweater.
As for my current relationship with shmoo, I knit him stuff all the time. Many hats for instance, that I know he will love, appreciate, and quickly lose. I knit and give them freely to him, as I do for everyone else I love. So I am not worried about where we are headed, because I know that he is worthy.
Just something to think about.