Knit one. Purl one. Knit one. Purl one.

Law. Facts. Law. Facts.

Two years ago my mom taught me to knit over Christmas break. I picked up the needles and haven’t put them down. Sitting still has never been easy for me and suddenly I had a way to keep moving. Moving while I talked, moving while I watched T.V., moving while I waited. Not only did I have an excuse to keep my fingers going, I was making wooly, useful, creations. 

But, okay. I have put my needles down. I am a law student and I have yet to figure out, and not for lack of trying, how to successfully knit while reading text books or how to knit in class. I also have my dog,  my cat, and my husband who all think they need my attention. ;) But really, I took to knitting much like a bird takes to the air. That is, with some mistakes, and some falls, but in the end, great success.

I’m pretty sure that my mom thought the knitting bug wouldn’t stick. After all, she tried to teach me as a little girl. I remember red yarn and long pointy needles that hurt my fingers. I was seven and what I remember is being in the back seat of a bouncy, old, white, pick-up, clutching the needles and desperately trying to make the loops like she did. She probably had me working on the stitches before we left my grandmother's house but I only remember trying to knit in the pick-up. An old family friend was taking us out to pick out a Christmas tree on his ranch in New Mexico. We came home with a Christmas “tree” that looked more like a bush. Such is the nature of the native evergreen, the piñon. 

It was cramped in the back seat and I struggled with the yarn and the loops. The yarn just didn’t want to do what I asked. My natural Type A personality was very upset that I was not succeeding, and even more offended that they yarn was not bending to my clear desire for it to behave. That irksome experience in the pick-up in the back woods of New Mexico was the end of my first tryst with yarn. So after many other craft fads that quickly fell by the wayside, when I asked my mom to teach me to knit when I was 21, she did not see it going very far. 

(Above is my first project, a scarf. Took me about a year to finish but that is a story for another day.)

But the habit stuck. Knitting brings challenges and small victories. It has been the perfect way to help keep my life balanced in law school. Law school is all about a single grade at the end of each class. I take about five classes a semester (give or take, mostly give) and my grade is usually based solely on my execution of a single exam for each class. The feeling of achievement—or disappointment—is drawn out to the very end. Knitting projects on the other hand, you can finish in just a few days, a few weeks, or even months. But most importantly, each stitch is a small accomplishment in and of itself. One more visible step towards a finished product. 

Knitting is just two stitches, knit (K) and purl (P). You eventually learn, make one, yarn over, different cast ons, and different cast offs. Regardless, all of those are just renditions of K and P. These two stitches are worked together again and again and again, eventually creating a masterpiece. Even if you are the only one who recognizes it as a remarkable feat.

Legal reasoning is much the same. Its built up of two key elements—law and facts. You take your facts, find the law that applies and knit them together to build you argument. This can be done orally or in writing. The concept is the same. Professors will tell you that there is also a conclusion and a question; but these other elements are really built from your facts and the law. Nothing more. When its done right, a lawyer has seamlessly knit their facts together with the law to make a winning argument. 

Hence the title of the blog. I hope that writing about my knitting, or really just my life outside law school will help to encourage me to develop my legal reasoning skills in the other half of my life. Knitting reason from facts and law; knitting to keep me reasonable. 

(Above is an scarf-in-progress picture of a scarf that has sense been finished.)

(The picture in the previous post was my lastest completed object. He is a little owl ornement that I like so much he will probably live on the bookshelf till next year.)