The weekend was rather productive. While not feeling up to par, I was well enough to knit and knit I did. A bit of knitting was accomplished on nearly every piece that is currently in progress. Sally’s gauntlet worked to the point that I could stockinette away while at our Stitch ‘n Bitch party last night. During the party I had expected to make more progress than actually happened, however. The second Voodoo was finally cast on properly and is in my purse ready for any unexpected waiting. Jaywalkers also grew faster than expected and I unexpectedly cast on a new sock, too. Are you catching the theme of this post?
When I first started Rosarie my expectation was that a pattern repeat (which is 38 rows-not to mention nearly 300 stitches around) could be knit each week. That would mean the body would be finished up to the armscyes in three weeks. By Friday of the first week I could see that this expectation was part of my 'delusions of grandeur' problem (which seems to be ongoing and unchanging) and it was an impossible goal. I already knew I did not have the ability to knit at Wendy speed, but delusions can create an alternate reality of expectations. It was only by sitting ALL DAY Sunday that this high expectation was met.
Last week was quiet with more nights at home than usual, and to top that off, there was the rare chance to sit all day Sunday and knit for a long period of time. (I'd rather play in the mountains on Sunday if possible). In fact, I sat while doing laundry (the best way to take much needed breaks and stretch from time to time) and knit for 6 hours on Rosarie. She now measures just over 5".
As expected the colors are rich, vibrant and blend together beautifully. Every row bring more depth to the pattern. However, I will be working to keep my expectations in check and let Rosarie grow as she can without attachment to the end. It is, after all, the process of knitting that is important and not the number of inches finished.
That said, unexpectedly there hasn't been any forward progress on Rosarie since Sunday. In this sea of too much to knit, the siren call of lace has been strong and taken me off track. Seaweed’s (aptly named?) simple 6 row repeat will forever be etched into my brain, but that has made her a delightful companion. She grows so quickly and has now reached the 3' mark (unblocked). She warms my legs, as she covers my lap, and the process of knitting her rich soft wool continues.
As a public service announcement I give you one more reason to knit socks. (You need one, right?) Last year there was Sock It To Me. This year the Purling P’s are hosting 200SOX (thanks Janet for the link). Sock mania will continue indefinitely.