I’ve gotten to that point in my Persistence is Key Cardigan. The point at which I start ignoring the laundry piling up, letting the lawn grow long, and forgetting to go to the grocery store (I managed to run out of milk without noticing last night. I had to drink my tea black this morning. Like a heathen!)
When I start a sweater (or other big project), I begin with gusto. But soon enough, the dreary slog of making a big item with teensy tiny needles, stitch by stitch, begins to take over and I get less and less excited. I still will put in a few rows’ work every day, but I won’t sit for hours, knitting away.
But then, suddenly, something clicks in my brain, and I see the light at the end of the tunnel. I realize that if I can just put in the time, I’ll have a brand new, finished, cozy, wonderful sweater (or afghan). And I want that finished sweater. No. I need that finished sweater.
The next thing I know, I’m up all hours of the night, missing meals, and letting my house fall apart around me.
And the ridiculous thing is, that I’m not even that close to finishing. This time, the mania set in when I still had a half a sleeve, the collar, and two button bands to knit up, not to mention weaving in all my ends, sewing on buttons, and blocking the dang thing.
At least I’m making headway, and enjoying myself. Soon (though not soon enough), I will be the proud owner of a brand new cabled sweater.
I am cheering you on!
I do that too, start like gangbusters, then have to puuuuuuuush thru the middle, then obsess about finishing! You GO, girl!
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