Before I crash into bed for some serious reading, I spend about an hour every evening simultaneously hitting refresh hoping my internet will muster up enough gumption to allow me to write a post, watching old reality TV or BBC productions with my hubsters, sipping a glass of boxed merlot, and knitting.
I love to knit. It’s calming in its rhythm. It’s calculated in its patterns. And most of all, it makes me feel productive during the laziest part of the day.
There are only two stiches in knitting: the knit stitch, and the purl stitch. Everything else is just a variant on one of those two. In fact, if you want to get really picky, the purl stitch is nothing but the opposite of the knit stitch.
A knit stitch produces that smooth knitted fabric we’re all familiar with.
And the purl stitch produces those bumps that warn you that your sweater is inside out before someone else spots your tag.
But those purl bumps have other uses, usually to give garments dimension and interest. And if you are as clever as Stephen Crane you can also be stitch them together into a rich literary fabric such as this one from the first paragraph of The Red Badge of Courage: