One day while watching my baby brother, Landon, I realized that knitting in unlikely places causes me to be more inspired! Landon was in his highchair eating a baby cookie and I didn't want him to be unsupervised while I was knitting. He has a tendency of sticking the little cookie in the back of his mouth and gagging himself. This unlikely quirk makes me feel so ancy about him eating on his own that I have to sit there and just watch him eat. Many times I get bored, so I brought over my knitting, sat on the edge of the couch (which is conviently situated nearly 3 feet away), and began knitting. I felt more at ease and was still able to entertain myself. While doing so, I felt inclined to start knitting quicker than I usually do if I were to be lazily lying on the couch. This sudden burst of energy then resulted in me knitting in awkward spots around the house. During one of these escapades, I came up with a little poem.
An Ode to Awkward KnittingBy Whitney FutrellFarewell rocking chairAu revoir old reclinerA new day is arising,The day of sitting on tables,Arms of couches,And hoods of cars.O' awkward knitting!The norm has a new face,A face so unnatural,That it provokes the needles within!Now I know I am definitely NOT a poet, but at least it makes sense, right?