I'm sure there are reasons to love my knitting machine, so I will try to list some:
1) It has the word "knitting" in its name
2) It looks kinda like E.T. just without any lovable humanoid side
3) It's old and funky and when we hang out together I get all greasy and feel like an auto mechanic. Then I remember my 20-hour stint as an auto mechanic was an unmitigated disaster, except for the "I get to get all greasy" part.
4) It has never betrayed a confidence
5) It's a machine. Machines are cool. If I were 17, I'd say it was bad-ass. Of course if I were really 17, I'd think it was lame.
6) I think if I learn to love it, it will love me back, albeit passively. Like my grandmas did.
7) When it was young, p
eople probably used to say things like, "Pipe down, 'Ed Sullivan' is on!" and "I haven't seen the likes of that garment since Hector was a small pup."OK, it is decided. I will call my knitting machine Hector. That alone may inspire a twinge of love. It reminds me of my mom.
