Loudly, in fact.
I’ve been annoyed at knitting lately, and I was trying to hold on to a project that wasn’t really working. First, recall this awesome swatch that I knit ages ago (March 3rd, actually). I made that swatch in preparation for some awesome fingerless gloves that I had envisioned in my head. Enter problem number 1 – a designer of anything more complex than scarves I am not.
But, ignoring that fact, I went for it. I measured and did math (problem number 2 – math is not always my strong suit). I thought really hard about increases and decreases and how to center the cable design perfectly on the back of my hand. Through all of this hard work, I managed to create this:
I was excited that it was spring colored, bright and happy. I ignored the fact that it was a little too small and started to cut off the circulation to my fingers. (If you’re counting – this would be problem number 3. Look how red my fingers are in the picture!) I was giddy over the fact that the cable pattern was centered so nicely that the top worked its way right up my middle finger. (I thought maybe that I could flip people off in style).
I was so excited about it that I was going to immediately cast on the second one. Until I lost the first page of my notes. (Problem # 4!) I didn’t want to start a new project because I was afraid that I would never finish this one. So I looked and looked. I worked on other little craft projects here and there, finished up some things – but didn’t start any new big knitting projects. I figured my notes would turn up. Finally, I faced the facts. I picked a new project, and went in search of some laceweight yarn I had leftover from making a present for my sister.
I couldn’t find it anywhere. I looked in my yarn bag, in my craft bin, under the couch, under the bed, under the dresser. I tore apart the stack of things on my coffee table. I was really ready to give up. I looked under the couch again, and then I found this:
Yup, it’s my first page of notes from the fingerless glove. It figures, right? But, I was over the gloves, and now I really wanted to find my leftover Cashwool. So I checked the yarn bag again – and there it was, right on top.
I thought about going back to the fingerless gloves. Adding more stitches, ripping out the first one, doing them right. And then I realized that spring has almost passed and I probably wouldn’t wear them anyway. So I started on this:
I’ve even made a little progress:
But please, don’t remind me that I don’t really wear stoles either, ok? I’m pretending it’s just a really wide scarf.