Every now and then, usually during my insomniac nights, I take a think crochet hook and attack the basket on unfinished projects. I spend hours on the sofa watching bad nighttime TV and undoing all the swatches, projects that I will never finish, finished projects that are never used, and even mittens that have lost their mate. Most of the time it is a very zen-activity – you just find the right end and then yarn will roll back to the ball almost itself.
However, sometimes I really get the impression that my knitting and/or crocheting is fireproof, waterproof, and foolproof. Like today… I spent a good half an hour trying to unravel a knitted scarf, and it just did not work… And finally, I realised that I just started from the wrong end.
In Estonia we have a proverb that says “A stupid head is a nuisance to the body”.