Saturday, June 10, 2006
R.I.P. Swirl Shawl
BORN: March 2006
DISCARDED in the bedroom trash can that the dog rummages through:
Yea, verily we dwell in the valley of sorrows, for Swirl Shawl no longer swirls among us; yea, a whole skein of Knitpicks alpaca laceweight has been bequeathed to the trash; and yea, what was once beauty is now debris.
But we must find the light in our sorrow, our beacon of hope. For now, where Swirl Shawl might once have stood, will stand Icelandic Shawl; for now, eyes and fingers will not be tried by manoevering hairy thread into stitches; and for now, arthritis might be forestalled yet another day.
And the pattern remains for future generations to be stultified by. When their televisions break, when their GameBoys are no more, when People Magazine ceases to grace the earth, and minds need dulling, Swirl Shawl, with its endless lulling rhythm of "knit one, yarn over, knit two, yarn over, knit to last two stitches, knit two together" will soothe those fevered brows into the blessed relief of sleep.
Go bravely into that good trash can, Swirl Shawl. Grace the garbage with your elegance and spirit. We will always remember you. And someday, we'll think, "well, maybe I could try again..."
And then the sharp crack of a friendly palm will jolt our downy cheek and we'll remember that Swirl Shawl has already had its day, and failed its audition.
Rest in peace, Swirl Shawl. We wish you a happy eternity in Knit Heaven. We know you will find many fine and valued friends there.