silve | Talitha Kuomi

the hazy early morning light

seemed to forecast a normal type of day

but that was just not to be.

because later that day, under the same sort of light

my dad taught my 14 yr old

how to mow with

the ride on.

he sat on my rock, with her younger siblings

and a few assorted neighborhood kids

to ‘supervise’.

the smallest of the onlookers

was by far the loudest as he chanted

‘go, go, go, go!’

trying his very best to be heard over the

roar of the engine, unsuccessfully.

and then, as if pretending

that this day which feels so monumental

(watching my oldest baby do such a ‘grown-up thing’)

was ‘just an average day’ after all,

things have wound down to quiet knitting

which is the ending of a lot of good days around here.

fit counts.

the catch for me

is that it counts differently to different people.

everyone seems to have their own opinion of something fitting ‘right’.

and it changes for any individual depending

if you’re talking about a sweater,

fingerless gloves,

or socks.

so, when i design i make a judgement call.

sometimes i pick shaping to fit something the way i’d like to wear it,

sometimes i shape something a way i’ve not seen many other patterns done,

sometimes i’m just challenging myself to see

if i can make something fit

in a different way.

and any way you look at it, there’s math to be done (and checked and rechecked)

to be sure that i hit the mark on

whatever fit i aimed for.

so back to it.

Talitha Kuomi