On Disposable Things.

Disposable children. Disposable animals.

Why am I obsessed with these things? They are the things that speak to me. Basically, I do NOT believe in disposable things. I think everything is important, even to the most basic thing, the butterfly flapping its wings.

I think that this is why knitting is so important to me. Every stitch, every mess up, matters to the whole. Even the mistakes are important. It's the same way with animals and people. Sometimes the mistakes have even more meaning than the correct pieces. The mistakes stand out and create meaning.

Of course, these thoughts could become a bit too much. I mean, is a pop top on a can important? Well, maybe... (and on and on I go)

***I've abandoned my other blog. People can't leave comments and I don't like that. I'm going to try to figure it out, because it looks cooler and I've somehow linked this one to the wrong e-mail address. But for now, I'm back to the ol' blog. Maybe I'll change the background or something...