We are so close, so near, so frustratingly, mouth-wateringly, finger-tinglingly within sight of the finish line. For weeks now, my brain has been bursting with ideas for things I'm itching to knit and techniques I want to try - princess shaping in a spring jacket with three-quarter sleeves, notched cuffs, and lapels in an allover brocade pattern...a split-neck pullover quilted with twisted stitches in knotwork patterns, shaped with decreases all in one row...a mesh-paneled, fitted hoodie with extra-long sleeves and wooden buttons for wearing over a bikini. I want to knit other things, other patterns, work out other little bits of math, doodle other sketches. I'm tired of taking progress photos that offer no noticable change, just as you are of seeing them - I think we're all ready for this project to be over.
On the other hand, I'm glad I did this - I do think I'll have a beautiful finished shawl at the end, one that I would never have had the patience to finish without my loudly-stated public commitment. Isn't that irony for you? The finished product, with its simple, small allover pattern, is much more to my taste than frilly lace constructed of many different stitches, but I didn't have nearly as much fun knitting it. This is symptomatic of a bigger issue - I tend to dress very simply, avoiding wild pattern or color, but knitting such dull stuff makes my eyes roll back in my head. What's a girl to do?
There will be interesting things to look at soon, I promise. Blocked shawls, and new sketches and project starts, and maybe even a finished pair of...