Knitting is such a tactile thing--the feel of the yarn between your fingers, moving, gliding as the project evolves from a spool of yarn to a pattern that grows before your eyes into a dimensional shape. Weight, warmth, colors that please you, the feel of the knitting needles, the soft patter and clinking of them moving slowly or rapidly--it really doesn't matter. This is one of those many examples in life of something that is as enjoyable in the process as the completion. Perhaps even more enjoyable. Maybe it's the continuity, the comfort of this piece of craftsmanship that sits in your lap as it grows--like a soft, warm cat curled up in total contentment.
