I guess if you knit your own socks you'll understand.
I am sitting at this family party and everyone is actually just doing nothing or playing cards.
So then i get bored and i pull out my knitting, entering my quiet world.
When i look up i see twisted faces and i know most women there think i am nuts. Except one girl you actually wants links for handspun yarns and wants to learn knitting (she was an art student); the funny think was this guy who buys a lot of socks. I once went to his house, and he doesn't allow anyone in his house with shoes on, makes you take off your shoes and put on slippers or socks, he has tons of clean ones at his doorstep.
He looks up to me and says, its amazing how you go to the trouble of knitting socks, when you can buy them for nothing.
And i say. But those socks mean nothing.
And he says: you're right. And he gazes at the socks. Then he shows them to this other guy, reads the knitting instructions, and says: its wonderful that you knit them. And i am knitting and thinking: No way i can explain the pleasure of it!
Penso que se fazes as tuas meias entenderás.
Estou sentada numa festa de família e estão todos a fazer nada ou a jogar ás cartas. Estou aborrecida porque já dura dois dias, tiro a malha do saco e entro no meu mundo quieto.
Quando levanto o olhar vejo caras torcidas e sei que a maior parte das mulheres ali acham que sou doida. Só uma rapariga, que tirou artes, se aproxima, pede-me links e diz querer aprender a tricotar.
O engraçado é que um rapaz que compra meias aos montes. Na casa dele é proibido entrar calçado, pelo que tem meias e chinelos lavadinhos à porta.
Olha-me e diz: é incrível quando te dás ao trabalho de fazer meias quando as podes comprar por quase nada.
E eu respondo: sim, mas essas meias não tem qualquer significado.
Ele diz: tens razão.
Olha para as meias, mostra-as, lê as instruções e diz:
é maravilhoso que as faças.
Estou a tricotar e a pensar: não há maneira de explicar o prazer que me dá!
