When the random thought to knit overtook me, I figured my family at the very least would think I was insane, or more insane. But that persistent voice in my head won out, needles and yarn purchased I settled in. Granted it was hours of me locked in my room screaming at tiny needles and unruly, squeaky acrylic but I did in the end succeed.
My first box of yarn arrived shortly there after. A gift from a friend who acquired it for free on Craigslist.
Addiction established.
A hat gifted to my mom, resulted in two huge bags passed on from one of her friends, excited that I was taking it up.
Most recently, a Christmas hat for my sister leads to conversations of yarn with her friend and now another bag ends up on my doorstep.
I still don't know the why behind me picking up needles.
I don't know if I'll ever be privy to that information, if the stars will align and it'll all make sense.
I'm more than confident in the necessity though. I gave up on coincidence a long time ago. For whatever reason, bag after bag keeps finding it's way in, it's not my place to question, simply to cast on.
My "Thank You" hat knit for my sister's friend. I love the cable band and cloche styling, hope she does too!
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