on knitting, and life
I’m knitting a hat out of sock yarn. It’s very pretty, and I know the hat will be pretty when it’s finished.
I’ve just had to frog it, rip out a couple rows because I had missed a dropped stitch and needed to get it back in order again.
I don’t mind frogging, whatsoever. It’s rather meditative to frog, actually. Stitches rip and then the thread tangles until I wind up the yarn again, put the stitches on the needle and continue to knit.
I sometimes wish that life was easy to frog. To just leap back to where I made a mistake and fix it.
I can’t, I can only learn and do things differently from now on. It’s more patching up than frogging. But I can make the patch as beautiful as I want, and continue on.