I think the best thing about knitting is that I don’t give a fuck what anybody thinks about my knitting.


I can’t get away with that with anything else I do. I care what you think of my writing. I care what you think about my drawing, about how I present myself. I care about how I look (usually). I do not care what you think about my knitting. It’s such a relief. If I’m making you a scarf, I sure hope you like the colors, but if you scowl at a twisted stitch or two, well, buy your own. Shitwheel.

The only - and I mean really, the only - downside is that people keep telling me to make something for myself. The lady who taught me to knit. The people who I buy yarn from. My roommate. You guys are missing the point. Knitting is not a burden to me. I am not a gift-martyr. I have a ton of scarves; trust me, I don’t need any. I knit for fun. It just so happens that the products make good gifts, and I enjoy coming up with new ways to create within the parameters given to me by the giftee.

It’s so nice not to care.



  1. limestrap reblogged this from heysawbones
  2. contemplatingchicken said: Do you find knitting kind of meditative? I feel like many of the people I know who knit or crochet really appreciate the repetitive action as kind of… non-religious rosary.
  3. danteo said: knit your little powerful heart out, kid— shit I don’t have a knitting pun to throw in, but oh well. WELL EVEN IF YOU DON’T CARE I THINK Your knitting looks very nice.
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