12/28/2025
Sometimes working on my crafts is really a spiritual experience.
Sometimes it’s because things are so perfect and satisfying, sometimes it’s because things are “.flawed”.
I’ve been working on a colorwork sweater and somehow or another when I was laying down the foundation row of a set of motifs, I got the spacing off by a stitch or two in some of the repeats, so that some of the repeats are slightly cockeyed. By the time I discovered it I had already knitted some 900 or 1000 stitches. And I just didn’t feel like tearing it out so I decided to just continue the motifs the way they were.
I told myself really once I was wearing it no one would notice, it was a small error and when the garment was on, they would think it was a trick of the way it laid or the light or just plain wouldn’t notice it.
Later, when I realized it was going to affect a particular line in the pattern, those errors would exaggerate the irregularity of that line, I had now knitted an additional 1500 stitches and even more didn’t feel like tearing it out.
So I decided to own it. I decided that I wasn’t going to call it a flaw. I wasn’t going to say that it was a mistake. Instead, I realized it was a result of my innate creativity, the way that it was flowing through me at the time, and it was a perfect reflection of who I really was at that moment.
I don’t know if anyone can understand this, but that gave me the most peaceful, serene feeling.
It was the feeling of perfect self acceptance.
 That feeling was worth any number of so-called flaws.