What Was I Thinking?
Usually by this time in December I am humming along on multiple knitting projects and just clicking along. Okay, I confess, this year the It's-Christmas-Knit-Everyone-A-Special-Gift Mojo is about as much alive as the neighbor's string of lights reindeer. I just can't get real excited.
I finished another pair of wrist warmers and decided to give myself a change by finishing the black scarf.
But what's so fun about a 2x2 rib and row after row? I'm going to finish it, and I think the next one I'll do in a basketweave just to go wild. :)
You'll even see my lack of enthusiasm in the picture I took of the finished wrist warmers.
Then I realized I had the ends all poking out everywhere and they looked horrible like that. So, there I am, tucking in all the threads and tidying them up for the big debut on the web and I felt like a Fluffer in a porn movie. (Don't even ask how I know that expression--one of those sad, odd facts that just sticks in the brain.)
So here they are, ready for their close up, Mr. DeMille.
I think all this knitting malaise is because I have too much on my plate right now. Revisions on a book due, trying to keep my page counts moving along on the one due in April, the kids' schedules, all the various holiday interruptions. And of course, my wrists decide to start bothering me again. Sigh. Too much writing on my Alphasmart and editing in pencil--instead of writing with my ergo keyboard and being careful not to hold the pencil while I'm just reading the edits.
I'm back to wearing my wrist guards at night, and waging that nightly battle as to how much I can knit before my thumb starts buzzing and my wrist tweaking. No, it's time to start cutting my losses. Finish the bare minimum of what needs to be knit--another two pairs of wrist warmers and a scarf and a half, and then call it quits for the season.
Time to take a page from Tiennie and start knitting for myself. Call me the Grinch Knitter this year, but who can blame me when I've got a bag of yarn that is just begging to be swatched and turned into the Central Park Hoodie, or a box of Knitpicks Andean Silk in Hyacinth to make a Bristow Sweater. I don't want to wait until January. And you know, I don't think I'm going to.
Wine Country Gift Baskets here I come.
I finished another pair of wrist warmers and decided to give myself a change by finishing the black scarf.
But what's so fun about a 2x2 rib and row after row? I'm going to finish it, and I think the next one I'll do in a basketweave just to go wild. :)You'll even see my lack of enthusiasm in the picture I took of the finished wrist warmers.
Then I realized I had the ends all poking out everywhere and they looked horrible like that. So, there I am, tucking in all the threads and tidying them up for the big debut on the web and I felt like a Fluffer in a porn movie. (Don't even ask how I know that expression--one of those sad, odd facts that just sticks in the brain.)
So here they are, ready for their close up, Mr. DeMille.I think all this knitting malaise is because I have too much on my plate right now. Revisions on a book due, trying to keep my page counts moving along on the one due in April, the kids' schedules, all the various holiday interruptions. And of course, my wrists decide to start bothering me again. Sigh. Too much writing on my Alphasmart and editing in pencil--instead of writing with my ergo keyboard and being careful not to hold the pencil while I'm just reading the edits.
I'm back to wearing my wrist guards at night, and waging that nightly battle as to how much I can knit before my thumb starts buzzing and my wrist tweaking. No, it's time to start cutting my losses. Finish the bare minimum of what needs to be knit--another two pairs of wrist warmers and a scarf and a half, and then call it quits for the season.
Time to take a page from Tiennie and start knitting for myself. Call me the Grinch Knitter this year, but who can blame me when I've got a bag of yarn that is just begging to be swatched and turned into the Central Park Hoodie, or a box of Knitpicks Andean Silk in Hyacinth to make a Bristow Sweater. I don't want to wait until January. And you know, I don't think I'm going to.
Wine Country Gift Baskets here I come.
Comments
Keep doing the stretches and wearing the wrist protectors...we're almost in the home stretch baby!