The trick with a project called Knit Your Life is not to get too literal about it. Not every twist and turn means something here, though there’s one highly symbolic section I am calling The Seventies. Nuff said.
It did occur to me, as I worked along, that I needed somehow to mark the truly life-altering moments in life. They happen to us all. There are times when life feels like it has screeched or groaned or crashed to a halt. Divorce, depression, illness, death. Things are not the same, period.
You can see here where I tried to create a halt, a place in this pullover where the cables simply stopped:
It didn’t look right, for one thing. The knitter in me knew the all-purl rows were a different gauge, warbly. More important, this isn’t what really happens during life. As long as we’re breathing, we are continuing. So I ripped out those empty purl rows and went with a wholesale swerve:
All the cables slide to the side, row by row, everything lurching out of its normal path.
The swerve messes up everything, but there comes a time when the swerving stops, and you realize that you’re still here. Even if everything is off kilter and the original pattern doesn’t work anymore, there’s nothing to do but to keep on keeping on.