It’s funny how certain knitting can change and become different things for the knitter at certain times. For me, my sock yarn blanket, otherwise referred to as the Epic Blanket of Insanity (or E.B.I. for short) has become the poster child for the idea of knitting evolution. I have watched as the blanket crept into my psyche and I started to collect ends. Initially, I thought it was crazy and a few of my knitting friends thought it was too. And then I cast on the first few squares and I started to get excited and could see potential in less than palm-sized squares. And then rows slowly started coming together, and there were yarn swaps, and I started developing a little love affair with it. I started taking it out to meet other knitters and they all loved it too and I think people started to believe that I, or it, are a little less crazy (expect for my one non-knitting friend who just didn’t get it at all and really couldn’t see the blanket in a bunch of colours. I think she may have been a little scared to touch it in case the crazy spread to her somehow). And now this blanket has become exactly what a blanket should be. It’s become a comfort. Some days all I have time for is one little square, and I love having that as an option. I knit it when I’m happy or tired or anxious. I have started to build a collection of little squares, and the E.B.I. has started to collect emotions. I think it’s a good exchange, and I am certainly getting the prettier end of that deal! I even like weaving in the ends, and that is no small feat.
But, I haven’t shared the pretty in a while, so here it is.