Saturday, 28 September 2013

Apologies to a work in progress

You know when you get to that stage of a big knitting project when you just don't wanna do it anymore. OK, I'm there at the moment. I have knitted two sleeves and the back of a beautiful aran jumper for my middle daughter Mel for her European adventure. I have knitted the band and about one pattern repeat on the front. It's the last piece and I should be excited to be roaring up the home straight and I'm just, meh... I'm over it. So I'm sorry jumper but I don't think I like you anymore and it's no longer a pleasure to spend time with you. It's not you though, it's me!

Don't get me wrong. I quite liked you back when we started out on this journey. I was excited to pick out the wool to create you with involving as it it did several trips to large yarn shops to fondle wool and dream and plan. I liked the pattern design process invovling as it it did the creation of Pinterest mood boards, a rummage through my knitting magazine and pattern collection and trawling of antique knitting patterns in op shops as well as gratuitous searching of the Ravelry pattern database.  


I even enjoyed swatching. The sleeves were fun. I love the way their twin cables wind their way up your length, such big squishy cables. Here we are at the beginning whiling away the hours on a train trip to the city.
And even though I know you have a deadline fast approaching, I feel the urge to be unfaithful to you and cast on new projects. The stash is calling and it's getting louder and more insistent. (Oh no, does the fact I think my stash is talking to me mean I fallen off my tree? Maybe I need therapy? I know, starting a new project if good therapy. After all, Knitting is Zen).

I know I'll finish you. Perhaps we need to take a trip together again. Maybe you'd like to come and watch the Victorian State Cheerleading Championships with me? We can cheer the eldest daughter on and maybe I'll learn to like you again....