Wednesday, September 19, 2007
A Little Bit of This . . . A Little Bit of That
A while back, I said that I was starting multiple things at once, but it was okay. Well, I have to admit that I've started so many projects recently that maybe I'm just getting a little bit of this and a little bit of that knitted and not much progress on any one thing. It still seems okay because usually when I'm stuck on one project, I can still work on another. Or when I need some mindless kniting, I work on easy projects such as the bag. When I need something portable, it's usually Freeform. I am also learning crochet and trying to find a shawl pattern that is doable for me long-term without driving me crazy.
A case of severe Startitis seems to be spreading in the knitting world with the coming of Fall. What is it about Fall that makes us want to start new things? I think my recent exploration of Ravelry hasn't helped me stay focused, either. But hopefully I'll get something done pretty soon.
My large bag project - a modified Hariett from Two Old Bags is more than halfway there. It's going to be carpet bag size, so it's taken quite a while. It's growing slowly but surely. I still haven't found the dowels Bob painted for the bag, so there are new ones now (replacements) to be painted.
In compiling projects on Ravelry, I've noticed that I have a few of what I would call true Unfinished Objects (those I've started and may be temporarily hibernating because I want to eventually get back to them). But then there are many projects this year that I've started and made a conscious decision to either frog or permanently ditch. The Jane Thornley Not a Poncho immediately comes to mind. There are others . . . too. Like the Jaywalker socks - great for some people, but they were by design just too narrow for my average-sized feet, so I immediately and non-guiltily ditched them.
Growing up as an avid bookworm kid, I used to think I had to finish every single book I started, no matter how boring. I recall slogging my way through LONG boring books, James Joyce's Ulysses immediately springs to mind. Now I wonder, WHY? What purpose did that serve? As I've drifted into middle age, I've released a lot of things that just don't make sense to force myself to complete. Books - if they don't grab me in the first 50 pages, sorry but they are given, loaned, returned or passed along to someone else. Knitting projects are getting like that too. I usually just rip them out without a second thought and move on. That makes the ones I keep and perservere with all the more precious.