It seems a shame that we don’t really remember the freedom we felt as a child at play. Free from responsibility, worry or the sense that we should be doing something more important. When I watch my little boy playing, flinging his head back in joy, I try to remember that moment. At least to share in that momentary feeling of pure exhileration.
I think I returned to being ‘crafty’ on a daily basis to get in touch with my inner child. From a young age, there was nothing I liked better than to be absorbed in a little project. If that project carried on for a couple of days, or even the length of the summer holidays, so much the better. There is something of our youth which can knock us off course and perhaps, time, going-out, essays and ‘romance’ takes up more time than we realise as a person in our late teens. That’s how it should be.
But just as I love to watch Little B absorbed in his own imagination, I love the times I sit quietly working out how I am going to do something with wool or cotton and for those moments I could be six, eleven, fifteen, twenty five or nearly forty, well actually, just me.
Oh yes, know that feeling well. There’s nothing makes me more happy than seeing a child totally absorbed in play, and I think you’re right, part of knitting, making etc is an attempt to recreate those moments in our adult life.
Tx