Being a Big Girl requires extraordinary dedication to any largish project, like a sweater. It's really kind of a drag. The project I couldn't wait to start becomes the bane of my existence. The yarn I loved to the point of distraction becomes hateful. I realized that this is why I am obsessed with socks, hats, mittens and assorted accessories. I can usually finish them before I get bored silly - I have the attention span of gnat. Okay, that's kind of harsh. More like a chipmunk. On a good day.
Case in point: I started knitting plain black socks for the husbeast Friday night (yeah, my life is really that exciting). This is the first pair I've ever done two at a time on two circular needles. I've always gone the old school dpn route. So I'm knitting along, and I find that I'm starting to get more and more annoyed because they don't seem to be getting any longer. Logically, I understand that they are growing more slowly because I'm doing both at the same time. You know, two socks = twice as long to get to the heel turn. Elementary, right? Yet somehow this doesn't appease the Beast of Impatience within. I toil onward just the same.
Maybe it would help if he would accept something besides plain black in plain stockinette. Actually, he will - but not for work. He will only wear interesting socks at home. Even black with any texture is "too flashy". Like anyone ever sees them anyway! He likes his pants to be long enough to sort of sit on the tops of his shoes. He's like some Victorian lady - baring an ankle (even sock-encased) would be scandalous. He's a hoot.
I have some recent FO's that I still have to take photos of (I got a new camera for Christmas - yay!). I completed a Piggle, a Wavy scarf and a Stellina hat, all in a bright red superwash merino. I am fully armed for winter! And unfortunately, it looks like I will have plenty of opportunities to use them...
