Reading a recent blog entry about knitting and thinking got me...cogitating. What makes this activity so engaging for me? What draws me to committing time and energy to this craft? What muse stirs as I stir the knitting soup?
To address this question, without judgement, rancor or disbelief, I wonder aloud...
I am in total awe of this piece of knitting. It was made my German/Swiss grandmother's sister in the 1930's. What is amazing is the size of the thread.....it is probably finer than size 40 crochet cotton.
I don't think that my hands or eyes would ever be capable of attempting this !