A friend of mine and I were talking about our various projects. I had a hat that was progressing well but which I was afraid wouldn’t get finished soon enough. She in turn told me about The Scarf That Wouldn’t Die.
She’d already made ten or twelve scarves for folks this Christmas, but for some reason this scarf refused to be knit. She’d find mistakes, or other things would go wrong. I asked whom it was for, and she sighed. It was for an in-law who can really get under her skin annoying her.
I said, “Do you think it’s harder to knit for someone you dislike?”
She said yes. She thought in her case it was her fear that if she got something wrong, this annoying individual would find the one mistake in the scarf and hold it over her that she had given him a lousy present and that she was a terrible craftswoman. (She’s not, by the way. She can do just about anything. But based on what I’ve heard of this guy, he would do that.)
This made me wonder about my own aversion for knitting for myself, since as I’ve said before, I can’t knit for me. Projects that were previously dead in the water have had new life breathed into them once I decided to donate them. I’m filled with hope while knitting for a charity, and I pray for the people who will receive the item. But knitting for myself…it doesn’t work. I just don’t want to do it, even when I like the thing I’m making.
“Yeah,” my friend said about her own project (which she did manage to finish). “It’s hard to knit for someone you dislike.”
I haven’t knitted anything for myself since I made socks out of the sock yarn my Patient Husband bought me last Christmas. And after which, my knitting mojo was gone. Interesting thought. Rather disturbing. But it makes sense.
I’m still making hats. They’ll get donated. There’s a really pretty pattern with a soft, warm yarn I’m working on now.
What do you think, though? Is it harder to knit (or write, or play music, or any creative activity) for someone you dislike?