I have been very, very worried about something. I have been working on the same sleeve for months, about three stitches a week. I hate it.
I have this scarfy thing I started months ago too. About 1/3 done. I hate it too.
Since my shoulder went kaflooey (and yes, yes, yes, I will have assorted medical persons look at it. I swear. Big knot in my trap, and as it has eased the soreness has worked its way up my neck and triggerd this arm thing. No worries.) I have slowed down to nothing though I have been spinning, 10 minutes at a time.
It's been a slow 12 months for knitting - had a lot on my mind - and I have been worred that the stash was going to become objects d'art around the house only. Worried I didn't like it any more.
Had to make myself pick it up, make myself take a stitch. But feeling like I had to finish SOMETHING before I started anything new. Locked into a little spiral of stupid.
As I mentioned I've been in a bit of a mood for the last little while and this weekend I hit the wall of cranky with the speeding Ferarri of self pity and wailed, I wanna knit cashmere! My arms hurts! I hate fat needles! Woe!
And a little voice said. You have cashmere. DK weight cashmere. Lots of it.
And you know what? I do.
I made a little swatch.
I LIKED it.
And tonight I cast on. My arm IS sore, so I can't knit long. But the 4mm needles are way easier than the 5.5 and 6.5 ones I've been arguing with for months. I really don't like knitting on anything bigger than the 4mms (4.5 maybe) with or without my little spasm. I prefer the garment I get at the end too, for comfort and wearability. It's taken me a long time to accept my fate as a fine gauge knitter. I may still resist sometimes, for the sake of exceptionally beautiful yarns and handspun, but it is clear to me now.
I even found myself picking it up without thinking and working another row. You know how LONG its been since that happened?
(Yarn is DK 70/30 geelong merino/cashmere from the Colourmart. It's verra nice.)
Pride & Prejudice is still amazing too. This day is ending better than it began.
