KNIT ONE, PULL ONE. By Julie L.

Once there was a girl. Let us call her Julie
She grew up in an enchanted land. THE CWA (country womens association) created one and all from scraps of wool, knitted, knotted or crotchetED together into multicoloured wonders. The creations were strange BUT each with their very own UNIQUE patterns. Some had fluffy heads, others WERE made of pom poms.
Julie’s grandmother, Great Aunt Hilda, Aunt Rhonda, Aunt Delphine, mother Verlie (a famous knitting pattern, were founding members and Julie’s creation was given much thought, fine wool and yarn, sensible colours and definitely, NO POM POMS.
Unfortunately, or not , as we shall see in HINDSIGHT, the ladies spent so much time oohing and aahing over their creation that they forgot to firmly knot the final stitch and left a thread hanging.
Grandma et al never noticed but Julie felt she was somewhat unfinished.
UNTIL
as was in HER pattern, A WHITE KNIGHT APPEARED, they married had 3 children and were to live HAPPILY EVER AFTER .
BUT
One day he found the piece of people thread THAT HAD BEEN DANGLING SINCE JULIE’s creation and he tugged.
As she unravelled,
Julie’s pattern became
MRS JULIE
Over time she lost her fine, pure colours and silk yarn,
THEN
A NAUGHTY BOY
PULLED SOME MORE.
until she was a smaller, darker colour.
Her pattern changed to JuLie WITH Parkinson’s Disease.

The Sewing Box people came.
They had SCISSORS.
They tried to fix her but she became a pile of bits of wool with eyes starring up at the night.
There was no pattern, JUST A MULTICOLOURED jumble WITH NO VOICE OR WORDS.
As she looked up, a butterfly appeared. It placed THE eyes on its wings and flew into the velvety, night sky.
More butterflies appeared and gently gathered together the girl’s bits of wool .
TheY wefted and they warped all night creating not a toy, or a doll but a work of arT, SAME, SAME BUT DIFFERENT!!!!
THEY LET HER FLY WITH THEM UNTIL MORNING AND THEN DROPPED HER ,
NOT IN CROCHET LAND, Knitting and Knot neighbourhood, nor in SEWING BOX BEACH BUT IN A PLACE CALLED
“PREVIOUSLY UNRAVELLED LAND “
It did appear that the inhabitants had MORE KNOTS, CUTS AND TIEs, and they seemed not to have a pattern.
BUT
In actual fact, the butterflies gently guided each creation, prompting them ever onwards with a flutter of THEIR wings.
No rights or wrongs, but detours, u-turns, and endless possibilities.