A year ago, I cast on 220 stitches on a size 9 needle. Using leftover bits of worsted weight wool, I started knitting in garter stitch, changing colors when I felt like it or when a new ball of yarn was sent to the basket. Some days I knit one row, some days I knit twenty. Sometimes I've gone months without touching it, and other times, it's the only project I'm working on.It always sits next to my couch, and is there whenever inspiration strikes, garter stitch is needed, or a moment is found.
This little bust-the-stash blanket started out as a way to use up scrap yarn, and I had hoped I'd have it finished for gifting by the last holiday season, adding a bit of fringe to two sides, and being done with it.
But instead, what it's turned into, might very well be one of my favorite things. A project whose 'end' I don't anticipate seeing for many years. A project that is present in my days and home in a quiet, steady way. One that I turn to when my mind needs the simplicity and meditative pace that this kind of simple knitting brings. Eventually, I think all those little bits and bobs of yarn will serve as reminders of the many sweaters, hats, and mittens they are remnants of. And most importantly of all, of course, the little people I made them all for.
Just a simple blanket.
