Casting on is an imperfect process

which gives the appearance of perfection.

A line of neat little stitches,

the beginning of something bigger.

It takes on a presence at this stage,

form, colour and mass.

No longer just a concept.

It doesn’t need to be perfect;

it just needs to exist.

As it grows in length its flaws

become more obvious.

Finger holes from dropped stitches

or extra flesh from

over eager consumption.

It’s at this stage that you

have to decide if it’s worth

carrying on.  Will the faults

in the body overwhelm you?

Or will you determine to embrace

the unintentional?