It really wasn’t supposed to be complicated or take very long. It was only one skein – 380 yards, 1140 feet, 13,680 inches, less than a quarter of a mile. I could knit that much in a few hours, standing on one foot, maybe even blindfolded. So why has it taken me nearly 3 weeks? It’s not that I’m ignoring it. I’m working at it. It’s not that I’m using teeny needles. I’m using 9’s (5.5mm). It’s not that I hate the yarn. I adore it. The yarn itself is glorious and the color magnificent. So what’s the problem? Okay, so there are a lot of things going on around the homestead, but that’s always the case. It never stopped me before.
I went into it thinking I’d be done in a week, 10 days tops. Nearly three weeks later and I’m wondering why I throw these things out into the universe. I’m convinced that as soon as I say it or think it, the universe smirks and then proceeds to plot various ways to throw wrenches into my plans.