the ontology of dating

i awoke with a migraine and lay in bed watching the norwegian film, "kitchen stories."

i am wearing dark blue jeans, a long sleeve black tee, a hand knitted shawl belted with a chucky belt like a sweater, a brown glass necklace made in india, a silver chunky watch, a green stone ring on the right hand, and comfortable clogs.

i am aware of how i look.
self-conscious of my fashion choices.
self-conscious
that
i may be dating again...

dating: an odd transitory activity

exposition becomes an important skill which must be executed with finesse.
what to tell
how to tell
when to tell
the story of who you are

who i am?

does one really know who one really is?

i am dressed comfortably but with a notion of who i am.
artsy
liberal
active
silly


going to a coffeeshop to knit my latest scarf:
multicoloured 'nubby' yarn in muted tones
in varying stripes of texture (fabric stitch facing one way & then the other)
punctuated with stripes of brighter coloured novelty yarn

i am wondering if the young man will call me.
will he want to kiss me?

as one gets older, dating becomes increasingly more convuluted.

as the snow falls, my thoughts turn to yarn

huge snow flakes swirl outside my window.

spring seems so very elusive as the world becomes coated in snow.

once more.

i have been knitting.
my new hobby,
a new way of 'painting'

a slow process


i love the textures and colours of yarn.

i am excited by the possibilities.



i love the idea of lovingly making an object
for another person's use, comfort, and enjoyment.
an aesthetic object
a prayerful object
slowly made and crafted
an ancient art
two sticks, yarn
simple movements
making complexly simple patterns

as i beginner, i am in my "scarf" phase.

my current scarf is very wide, will be long, and has stripes
of muted pine green and slightly golden cream.
the yarn is fuzzy and chunky.
i am making it for a englishman.
(i've started knitting for next christmas...
being a beginner,
i make a slow process
even slower.)