When I read the intro to Sandra's awesome new La-La-Love-You Cowl (go here for the goodness) I was dismayed. She made hers in green so as to not be predictable in red or pink. I had a momentary crisis of self. I thought, Oh no! I have this kettle dyed bordeaux hued yarn that would look fabulous against my gray wool coat. But Oh! I don't want to be predictable. I don't want to seem uncool. I don't want Others to scoff at the scratchy inexpensive wool in the pinkish purple shade I've chosen when They will all be knitting with uber nice Malabrigo in hip tones. I had an absolute breakdown in my knitterly self confidence. I felt like screaming, Oh! am I to feel an outsider even to my beloved hobby? Am I always to be relegated to the fringe?
Then I remembered that if you choose to do what you think you should do in order to please Everyone Else, you really have chosen the predictable action, the result of which will leave you unhappy. I've operated under the assumption that my place in the world is always a bit on the fringe, uncool or not, and I can confidently say I am proud of my accomplishments because they are uniquely mine. So, if I choose the predictable palette with maverick intention, does this then qualify as an unpredictable act or possibly even ironic? Whatever. I'm knitting the cowl in fuchsia and I may not be hip, but I will be happy.