A couple of weekends ago I was in a coffee shop listening to The Help and knitting this sock.
As usual, somebody stopped by to ask what I was knitting. So I said, as I usually do, A sock.
And here's where it got weird.
"Oh, I used to knit," the lady at my side told me. She was older, definitely retired, very sweet. "I used to knit the most beautiful sweaters. But I don't knit them any more."
"No. I didn't need any more sweaters."
I didn't know how to respond to this and she added, "I loved knitting."
She looked so wistfully at my sock I had to stop myself from asking whether she might not know somebody else who could use a sweater, if that's all she wanted to knit.
(okay, maybe she had to stop knitting because of arthritis or something.)
(maybe seeing my knitting reminded her of how much she loved it, and she'll start again knitting something different.)
(maybe I worry too much about other knitters.)
To deal with any bewilderment you might be feeling about the concept of knitting only for need and not because we Can. Not. Stop., let's look at the sock stitches super close up so we can enjoy the halo of coloured wisps of wool.
Feel better now? Okay then, go have a wonderful day and I'll see you tomorrow!