Taffy scarf in autumn
I thought this week would go faster. I thought this because I have a show which I am not ready for and that usually causes an increase in the space/time continuum where everything is done at warp nine. But it appears time is moving just as it ought which gives me plenty of time to get ready. I am done knitting for it. I’ve made more than forty things since the beginning of March and I believe I said I wanted a couple of dozen things to have mixed in with the other things. So I have to clear out the living room and return it to something Mr. Honey recognizes as part of his domicile.
OK, I might as well tell you now and get it out of the way. I have abandoned the shawl. That thing was taking forever. I liked the idea of it. I really wanted to do the ruffle part which was going to be fun to see if it worked out but really, I would crochet and crochet and I swear when I put it down to do something like go to the bathroom, the evil crochet fairy would come and undo like a thousand rows.
We’ve all been there, right? The projects that won’t end? I’ve had some. I’ve written about them. They just keep going and you swear at them and around them and you want to use them to choke that little pink bunny that keeps going because none of it ends.
Listen, I don’t have to sell you on this, do I? I We knit for pleasure. It is spiritual and connective. So we need to feel a part of our projects. I also have the added benefit of knitting for income. So when I make something, it has to be something I don’t mind making again. And in my head, I imagine some bride somewhere wanting to order I for every member of her 15 count bridal party.
I don’t want to make 15 of those shawls. I don’t even want to make the one. So part of it has become a hat. A hat I made in less than two hours. That’s what I’m talking about.
Today is day 18 and I don’t know what is up with my mental capacity but I’ve had to talk myself out of doing something I’m not supposed to be doing. Mr. Honey got me some Archway Lemon Drop cookies and he also purchased some Maurice Lennell cookies. The lemon cookies I know are for me but I don’t know why he got the other cookies but he hasn’t opened them so I am guessing he got them for me as well. He bought them on Friday and they’ve been on the dining room table where he put them but yesterday the lemon ones started whispering at me whenever I passed by the table.
Our house is small. I pass by that table a lot. The package is still intact. I want the feeling of accomplishment more than I want the cookie and I can have the cookie the day after tomorrow so then I will have both. The accomplishment and the cookie.
Ta-da.
