I would also like to spend my days knitting. I draw new patterns, try to imagine combinations of colors. Working with my hands makes me happy.
I made a hat to Ruth, Elin’s daughter. The deep marine went so well with her big blue eyes.
And the pillowcase that I sewed and embroidered for Jessica turned out quite nice, though I say so myself.
But this compulsive gift giving of mine. I spend so much time making these things, and then I give them to people. Giving someone a gift isn’t as uncomplicated as it might seem. It brings with it expectations. A reciprocity that the receiver of the gift might not have agreed to. I need to remember that.
I’m starting to run out of people to make things to. Maybe I should start selling my things on the internet. Then money would be the repayment. Somehow, the thought makes me feel a tiny bit dirty.
Katja Malmborg 