I’m not one to look back; it’s my defence mechanism; my survival instinct. Move forward. My favourite caption by Michel Leunig the poet/cartoonist (from memory so please excuse mistakes):
Let it go
Let it be
Let it all unravel
Set it free
So it can be
A road on which to travel
Funny that it has the word ‘unravel’ in it, since I’m ruminating about mistakes in my knitting. :) Synchronicity, my new age friend, Stacia would say.
Do mistakes matter? All sorts of things come to mind while you’re knitting but if your mind is somewhere else, you make mistakes. Knitting is one of the most unforgiving things you can attempt to do, or so I thought.
Knitters would know that it is nigh impossible to correct a mistake some rows down the track without undoing your work back to the point of indiscretion and making the correction accordingly.
My grandmother who taught me embroidery always made me undo my work and start again, whenever I make a mistake. 一日工千日看, she would say, One Day’s Work, A Thousand Day’s Look. It put me off embroidery for life. Oh yes, embroidery is more unforgiving than knitting. I’d almost exorcised the thing from my memory.
So last night I was knitting while watching Helen Mirren in Painted Lady. Now how is that possible without making not one, but several mistakes in my knitting? This morning I started undoing, then I thought – does it matter that the work is imperfect? After all, there were no dropped stitches, just wrong stitches. I can forgive those, can’t I? It’s a scarf that will be worn bunched up – no one would notice.
I believe I should note the mistakes and learn the lesson; then move on. Maybe next time I want to multitask, I should watch something less engrossing than a Helen Mirren performance.
To convince myself that I do not need to go back and correct my mistakes, I photographed the piece to see it better. You may comment and decide otherwise but your vote won’t count. It’s my mistake, I own it.