So, this story starts with the death of my dishwasher. It had a long standing issue with turning itself off and needing to be reset about a quarter of the time. Its death knell however involved filling up with murky dishwater and refusing to empty. My guys put the washer in the van and I went to take it to the dump. Here's the part where it relates to knitting: I slashed my fingers trying to take the thing out of the van!
I am not talking mini cuts. I would not be surprised if they hosed down the dump after I left. You know its bad when the dump employees clean up after you.
Anyway, this happened with about 2 days left to my Stalagmite deadline. I had knit 12 pairs of socks by their deadlines, and it was really hard to give up the goal I had to knit everything in the book by the deadlines. I have felt a real sense of relief since I gave up, though. I knit for enjoyment, so why was I imposing all of these deadlines on myself?
So now I have been knitting NO socks for the past 2 weeks. I have been knitting on my Artichoke Twist cardigan:
1 comment:
I am so happy that you liberated yourself! The cardi looks great.
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