a.k.a. "Sand Hole Philosopher"
a.k.a. "Further Evidence that I Overthink Everything"
1. Why do we dig holes in the sand? It's a futile gesture. Our hopeless battle with the sea. Our sand holes fill in in a night, if not a mid-day tide, just as our handknit socks begin to lose their lustre, not to mention the integrity of their stitches, with the first wear. And that sweet baby sweater? The one we imagine will be worn again and again, loved to distraction for its handmade heirloom quality, photographed and carefully wrapped in tissue for future generations? More likely will languish in the "handwash" basket, finally reach peak fit in the dog days of summer, be thrown into the wash on "scalding hot" only to emerge a perfect potholder.
2. Why do we dig holes in the sand? Because it connects us to a time when our work was more physical, more raw, more essential. No virtuality to it, no ephemeral words, no bytes representing our hours. We hunted, gathered, hauled, dug, wove, spun, knit... Something in us wants to go back to those hardworking days. I know my triceps feel the burn.
3. Why do we dig holes in the sand? Because just like knitting that very doomed-to-potholderdom sweater, it's fun, damnit. Take that, Nietzsche.
I've added the details on the socks and baby cap in the Knits '07 album. Here's sand in your suit!