Knit and Tink Therapy

“Let’s begin at the end.” The click of wooden needles sliding bits of fiber to and fro were accompanied by the pop and hiss of the dancing flames and the gentle beat of raindrops on the window. She slowly creaked and rocked back and forth, waiting for the question she knew would follow.

“The end, that doesn’t make sense at all grandma.” Tabitha sat at her grandmothers feet sipping the hot cocoa her grandmother had handed her. She had arrived in tears, declaring, “It’s over grandma, I just can’t do this anymore.” Her grandmother had turned without uttering a word and headed towards the kitchen. Once the hot cocoa was poured and fire properly stoked, she had seated herself and asked Tabitha to begin at the end.

“It makes sense peanut. If I asked you to start in the beginning, you would start in the wrong place I’m sure. It is only by starting at the end and working backwards do we gain perspective and find the truth that we seek.” Her fingers continued to slide the yarn from one needle to the other, somehow as if by magic, a scarf began to descend beneath. Reaching into her knitting basket, she pulled out a scarf Tabitha had begun last year on a visit. She had thrown it into the basket in frustration and left it there. “You dropped a stitch somewhere along the way dear, why don’t you tink back until you find where you went wrong.”

Rolling her eyes at her grandmother she slipped the soft Angora through her fingers.”I hate it when you go all Yoda on me grandma. Sometimes in life, it’s just easier to frog it all and move on.”

“Tabitha, if you were to frog the whole scarf, you would lose the beautiful stitches done in the middle. Relax and check what you have done, I think the answer will present itself.”

In the silence the two bent their titan blonde heads, one streaked with more silver than fire, to their task. The soft  creaking of grandmothers rocking kept rhythm with their knitting, a carefully choreographed dance.

As the fire burned down, a peace was woven about them. Into this peace Tabitha said, “I think I should go back to school Grandma. I can ask for extra credit and fix the semester. ..And Joshua wasn’t really a great guy after all, he didn’t seem to care about what I wanted, just what I could give him. I think I should focus on school. It’s too easy to screw things up when you’re not focusing on the important stuff, ya know?” Carefully she began to knit again, slipping the yarn over the needle and passing it through the loop, the fingers picking up speed as they fell into a normal rhythm of knitting.

“Where you planning on leaving school? Well I’m glad you decided not to. You’ve put so much work into the last few years.” She leaned forward and peered down at her granddaughters knitting, “Mind your stitches dear, your strangling the yarn. Relax and let your hands do what the know how to do, stopping fighting the process so much. It will come.” She resumed rocking in her chair and knitting. “Would you like some cookies dear? I have some snicker-doodles baked fresh this afternoon. They would go perfectly with the coco. Why don’t you go fetch them.”

Tabitha rose to her feet and kissing her grandmother on the forehead headed toward the kitchen. Everything would be all right.

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Tink is a knitting term that means to knit backwards (TINK is KNIT spelled backwards)

Frogging is a knitting term that means to simply Rip out all the stitches (Rip it, Rip It)
If you make a mistake when knitting you will either need to tink or frog depending on where the mistake is and how complex it is.
All is not lost if you must rip the yarn out, but using the support of a third needle and sliding it in just below the mistake, you can rip back to where things were still on tract and start from there, without dropping all of your stitches.

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Written on – a prompt based writing site.
The prompt – Take it Away, Tuesday : Let’s begin at the end.  The only rule: start your story with the above sentence.


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