OK. I have hit the wall. It is official. I have knit and knit on Christmas projects without much complaining or major issues. It was bound to happen and I guess I was lucky it happened today and not a week from now.
They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. Well, if that is true, then the off-ramp to Hell is paved with Christmas knitting.
I have knit socks at what seems to be a constant pace. I have broken up the sock knitting with some scarves, hats, and other small projects. I have been successful. Much of the Christmas knitting (only two exceptions - not that I am bragging) has come from my considerable stash. Stash has provided me with some beautiful projects. Stash has proved more than adequate - until today.
I was knitting on a project, had checked the yardage and gauge, surprised that the one ball in the stash would work. Knew I had enough yarn. Knit away loving the project, loving the yarn. I watched Bruce Willis in the latest in the Die Hard franchise loving knitting this project. Then about halfway through, I realized that there was no way that the yarn left to be knit would see me through to the bind off. I had toyed with the idea of eliminating a pattern repeat - just to be sure. I didn't. This is how people get pregnant. They toy with the idea of using two methods of birth control - just to be sure. Then nine months later they are parents. No, a lack of prudence and trust in the instructions can lead you to places you don't want to be.
So, instead of ripping things out, I decided to work on something else. I bought a knitting needle of some length specifically to work on project two of the day. It was too long by half. Not that I wanted to admit it with the first three tries. I have given up and decided that I need to do something that is mindless knitting but stunning in result.
On to project three of the day. I got a kit from Blackberry Ridge for a silk shawl. I love the yarn. Hate the pattern. I have been committed to the project for several months. What should have taken the better part of a month of weekend knitting has taken much, much longer. I have been unable to admit to myself that this project needs to be ripped and the yarn freed to exist in a much loved project instead of what feels like death row knitting. Stash offered up some Morehouse Merino that is knitting up into a quite gorgeous project.
I decided that perhaps I should stop for the day, lest I go completely mad. The other reality is now I must invest some time in getting the stash organized to restore the yarn mojo. The stash must not know that it has been roundly cursed. The stash must never know that it let me down. No, stash must continue to believe that I have not lost faith in its mojo.
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