Four Scrawny Scarves by Tommia Wright

…with a cat over what has been knitted, knotted or deemed ‘no longer yours’ (so says the cat).

Since my fun-filled month of flinging fillers from the floor in February (and making time for some fabulous reading), I have decided to actually do something with the craft corner. Granted, much of the material has found its way to a coffee table (where coffee never sits), staring still. But working at playing happens only step by step.

That brings me to the tug o’war…

Crafty friends more talented than I had the extreme patience of teaching me the proper ways of knitting. So, with, and without, a knitting knobby, a few so-called scarves were created. Mind you, these will never be gifted for the simple reason of – well, shyness, practicality and the fact it’s more enjoyable to support the small local shops in town with better-made wares. Does’t stop me from weaving trouble of a different kind, however.

While the finished projects will never be found around someone else’s neck, they did provide a bit of a detour in looking at the characters I create and the paths the stories take them. One boy leaving the comfortable hamlet in the woods to a city of stone by the seashore in search of something that was better off lost and forgotten in the memories of coldness. A woman praying never to know a solitary existence reflecting on the time with the man of her life – unaware of what awaits them at the end of the road.

In knitting the items, in seeing more of the color and texture of these two people and more, I wonder whether I’ve used the five senses in their surroundings. Is the picture clear enough, crisp enough for the reader to wrap themselves up in these characters’ journeys or will the words be discarded in favor of something more comfortable?

Who knows. I do know never to play tug o’war with the cat in regards to who owns the scarves – shawl included.