G. Knerd

The Blanket Thief complains that I have a messed up view of karma because I basically think it works like a bank – that you  can take withdrawals in the form of good things happening to you, that you make deposits by both living through shitty things and doing good to others.  I think he thinks I’m taking the system too literally.

I’ve always had a problem with being too literal.  He knew that when he married me.

Anyway, a couple weeks ago a woman in my choir sent out a call to all the ‘knitters’ for any spare yarn or supplies they might have.  She works with at-risk youth, and apparently one of her new charges is living on about $30/month.  She’s also a knitter.

Can you imagine trying to sustain a yarn habit on just $30/month?  And that’s assuming you don’t have to pay for anything else, which is certainly not the situation this young lady is in.

Now, I have more knitting paraphernalia and stash than is really healthy for me to own, so I jumped at the idea that I could both de-stash and help out someone less fortunate.  I dug into the supplies first:

Even though I haven’t used straight knitting kneedles in who-knows-how-long, I have a relatively impressive collection of them.  So impressive, in fact, that I could put together a complete set from 0 to 11 for this young lady and still have multiple sets of most of the sizes still in my possession.  Not quite the same story with DPNs, but close.

Then I broke into the stash.  I tried to give her a range of weights and fibers – any young knitter should have some options to play with.  I didn’t give her anything too expensive (I’m not that generous), but there was some brand names like Lamb’s Pride and Cascade 220 along with some cheaper yarn I’m not likely to ever use.

All in all, it ended up being about 2 cubic feet of yarn and supplies.  I hope, wherever this girl is, that it’s bringing her some joy.

And hey, if it adds up to a little more positive karmic balance for me, I’m not going to say no.