I woke up to sunshine on March 1st and knew deep down that February was over and life is good. I find it interesting that no matter how fierce or how mild,
I really got back into Cromarty and the end fell off my circular needle. I stuck it back on and kept knitting. The cat stole the end of the needle while I was sleeping.
I ordered new needles. I got the wrong cord length.
I started a tank top instead.
I’ve been thinking about the pullover I sort of made back in the fall. It was knit in the round,
I’m afraid I just don’t like this sweater.
I am toying with frogging the whole thing and knitting something else.
The thought of undoing all that work (really it wasn’t an epic project, but still. . .) makes me queasy, but I would be equally irritated having a finished object that I just don’t wear.
I’ve got the bodies done on both the girls’ dresses. Part of me wants to sew like mad and be done with them quickly. I could – I’ve got the time if I worked on them exclusively every evening. I can’t sew when I’ve got no sewing mojo, though. If I’m not in the right frame of mind, I will screw up everything I do and spend even more time fixing it. That was how I rationalized working on the tank top this evening while the sewing sat in a pile in the corner.
Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a little person sleeping on my left arm and it’s making it hard to type.