But it was holy. You know, full of holes. I took it out of my bag of winter clothes and said "well, you have had your day sweater. May be time to go." I had already demoted it to an at-home sweater, the only place lower is studio sweater. Then garbage. Because nobody would want my ex-studio clothes.
This is what it looks like on the inside.And how it looks on the outside with all the loose ends from the knots. I don't know why I am posting so many pictures, it isn't that interesting.
And finally I will get to the point. Which strangely kind of relates to it not being that interesting. I titled this post 'the Joy and Mystery of Following Creative Impulses' because I do not understand why this whole exercise is giving me so much pleasure. I am mending an old sweater and it isn't turning out anything special and the whole thing is making me very happy.
And I can't wait to do some more mending on it. I am so glad I found some more holes.
Explain that to me.