Well let’s be honest. She’s no girl. Just as close to granny as she is to girl…still she can knit.
She of course, is me.
After twenty years of saying” I can’t knit”
the can’t is no more.
I was talking to Mimi the other day at The Loop on Barrington Street in Halifax and she said we create these narratives about ourselves. Mine was… I can’t knit. Well I am changing the narrative to …I can knit.
I may even be able to follow a pattern.
If you tell yourself the same story over and over again you make it real.
this chick can knit….well really let’s be honest…this hen can knit
but more honesty, maybe more than is needed here…
this hen feels like a chick cause she can knit
this hen feels like a chick cause she has a new story…
I’ll keep you posted
PS. I finished a beautiful rug but I cannot show it to you cause I am saving it for the big reveal…my 2014 new book