Twists of Fate

Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.

This is a fairly old post (October 2006) but it’s been linked a lot recently in the places I hang out online. I’ve been pondering it a lot the past couple of days.

I’ll never be beautiful, by most sociatal standards. I’ll probably never even be pretty. As one male ex-friend of mine memorably put it, “Well, at least you’re not, like, really ugly or anything.”

I’ve learned, as noe of the mostly-not-ugly ones, that beauty to me is often found in small, seemingly inconsequential things. The way someone wrinkles there nose when they smile and laugh. The sly sideways glance when someone is trying not to laugh out loud at the stupidity of other people when we’re sitting in endless meetings. The care with which someone’s hands cradle a newborn baby, coax notes from a guitar, or the dirt under someone’s fingernails after carefully placing a seedling into some rich, brown earth.

And the amazing, gorgeous, wonderfulness that is potential. That’s something really beautiful.

I’m not sure where I’m going with this, except to say that the above link was interesting, and that I like my version of beauty a whole lot more than what many would call it. It’s less binding and restrictive, you know?

In knitting news? Not much knitting news. Still too tired to actually work on anything consistently. I’m buying fiber and yarn at a ridiculous rate though. Mostly so I can play with it when my assignment at this job ends, which shold be in the next two to three weeks. I hope!

I hope everyone out there is well, happy and enjoying the Spring!