My own knitting shrine
The very crafty Suzy gave me my first Christmas present on Saturday: my own personal knitting shrine/meditation center!
Is that not utterly cool? Suzy does quite a few things, and one of them is teach art at a local high school. We’d been talking about how long knitting had been around one day and I mentioned the knitting madonna painting as evidence that it’s been around at least since the Middle Ages. She correctly pegged the probable authorship of it, and then found it on the web. (Here’s a link to a very small image of it.)
The coolness and the crapness continue to cycle. After going to see Kinsey this evening with a group of people, I went to dinner with some friends. My dad called in the middle. I called him back on the way home, and he again told me what crappy taste I have in clothes. I told him the problem was more his disconnect with fashion than any failing on my part and didn’t give an inch in the conversation. We ultimately agreed to disagree.
Ah, parents.
December 19th, 2004 at 9:49 pm
WOW!
Just kidding.
Maybe I need to work on an addition for the work.
Or perhaps a voodoo doll? You could store some of your needles in it
The last few entries have me questioning my role as a parent–thanks David.
December 20th, 2004 at 6:26 am
Way to go, David!!Good job!!
That shrine is fantabulously awesome, BTW.
About parents and children: it’s hard to be either, I think. I’m blessed, though, that I was able to make peace with my parents before they died. . .but it was a long road to get there. And I’m not the perfect parent by any means, but my kids are teaching me (still in process, of course) how to encourage their independence instead of trying to impose my view of the world onto them.
December 20th, 2004 at 9:27 am
I LOVE the shrine!!!!!! what a great gift!
December 20th, 2004 at 12:17 pm
See how loved you are?
File the dad thing under Expectations, Unrealistic.