Corona. Covid-19. Words that suddenly fill every screen, every news bulletin, every newspaper, every magazine. Our world has changed so much in a few weeks. I have never been a fearful person, but this thing is messing with my mind. I am one of those with compromised immunity. I stay in my house. But my husband has to work. He mingles daily with people who make use of public transport. This morning I realised, no matter what I do and how much I stress, it won’t make a difference. The chance that I will contract this virus is big. I might as well come to terms with it.
Yesterday I simply could not concentrate on a difficult design I am working on. Eventually I just gave up. My concentration is horrid at this point in time. So I decided it is time for some meditative crochet. And you know what? I went to my stash and took out some of the most expensive and the most special yarns I have. Why not? Let me be honest about my reasoning. If I die because of this virus, I would have missed the opportunity to work with this yarn. I would have missed the opportunity to wear a garment made with this amazing yarn. So why leave it in the stash? For when? For who? For what? It doesn’t make sense any more. Yes I know I can die right now of a heart attack or whatever. We all know that but we don’t think about it daily. Corona forced us to think a bit more about death being inevitable. Who knows when and how it will come? I don’t. So stuff this. I will use my special yarns right now. I am not even looking for some fancy pattern that I previously would have thought to be worthy of this yarn. No. I am doing a granny shawl. Simple. Meditative. Therapeutic. The border will however be elaborate to finish it off. But I will worry about the border when I get there. For now, I am just enjoying the yarn.
I bought all of these a year ago when we visited our oldest daughter in New Zealand. For a year my poor yarns have been in lock down! Think about that!