You may have noticed that when things are not going well between what's on my needles and me, posting to the blog becomes a slog. The lesson learned this weekend was...it's all in your perception, and what you perceive may not be what is true. (How many times do I need to learn the same lesson over and over!?) It's all in the attitude!
Every chance I had I've been knitting, just knitting and knitting without thinking about what I was creating. My reason was a good one, because if I gave it too much thought, my thoughts would turned to the negative, and I didn't want to go in that direction and speak ill, or think ill, of my knitting. If you can't say anything nice... (you know the rest). As it turns out, I was saved from myself by a few good things that happened along the way.
The first thing that changed my attitude was a lovely new tea I picked up at the Tea Grotto (my favorite tea stop). It's a green tea flavored with pineapple chucks and mallow flowers (called Green Goddess) and it could not be more delicious. The flavor is sweet and delicate, which makes a perfect afternoon into evening refreshment. Having this tea as my companion made sitting with the slogging knitting all the more enjoyable.
The second advantageous happening was an early Holiday gift, a gift I'm withholding information on to ensure there is good fodder for easy blogging over the long weekend. Suffice it to say its existence in my life has been a boon.
The last development, and the best as far as knitting is concerned, has been the knitting itself! Last week, after spending a couple of days knitting the sleeves I realized there was no way to tell how long the sleeves should be without trying the sweater on. Now, one cannot try on a sweater that has no body, which meant I had to started knitting the body. All that going back and forth over so many stitches, set me off on a journey to the wrong mindset...the mindset of a slog. My bad attitude was the cause of cables missed, with other problems along the way and, after fixing mistake number 129, I realized an adjustment in the mental state was needed.
The project sat in my lap as I worked and it was hard to tell if this gray mist of fluff, this shapeless, diaphanous entity could become something wearable, something that would fit. Sunday evening, just when my attitude seemed to reach its lowest point, I decided to slip the sweater on and see if it was feasible to continue. Was this perceived slog going to be worth the extra effort it would take to finish?
As I slipped my arm through the mist of gray I caught a glimpse of its potential, I saw the light. This sweater had form, albeit compressed (for it will need a good blocking), plus it also seemed to fit (hard to tell, but certainly looked right), and not only did the sleeves look almost long enough, only a few more inches of knitting would be needed to finish the body! It was rather stunning to see and watch as hope grew and faith was restored. Now I can knit on, crisis averted.