I wonder if now I'll put more effort into baking cookies.
I just needed to finish this one. Even if it curled at the end because I used a straight stockinette stitch.
I've finished hats before, but they all reside in a misfit hat drawer. Too small. Too tall. Too wide. The color's all wrong. I should have frogged them all.
I decided to close the book. Use my own calculations. Rely on instinct. When in doubt. I went with my gut.
100% wool. It felt good in my hands. And the bamboo needles. Always.
I'll admit to a moment of terror as I went from circular to doubled sided, to finish. There was good deal of breath holding. Gulping. I may have even knit with one eye shut, my face in a horrible contortion.
So back to, I just needed to finish this one. I'll frog until the bison comes home. I don't mind.
I was beginning to think that my days of knitting were over. So many ill-starts. So many grand ideas. Too many at a time. I wanna do this. I wanna do that. Blah. Blah. Blah.
I still yearn for the day I produce the perfect hat. The perfect scarf. In the perfect stitch. In the perfect color...