I have officially fallen out of the crazy tree.
And I hit every branch on the way down.
Backstory on this: I decided that I wanted a sweater for Rhinebeck. I decided this about ten months ago, and I even knew what sweater I wanted, Bloomsbury by Svetlana Volkova. With sweater in mind, I found the perfect yarn (and the one the pattern required) a few months later. But I fear and dread sweaters, so I kept putting off starting it. Then my life got really stressful due to job searching, and I just couldn’t fathom the idea of starting a big project when I wanted small, instant gratification knits so that I wouldn’t feel like my life was crumbling around me. There’s nothing like a finished knit to make you feel like you’ve accomplished something major, and I personally get that high even from finishing little things. So one thing led to another, and I finally decided to start the sweater the night before I started my new job, October the 6th. I cast on, and then went to sleep early. It seemed to me (crazy person that I am) that I would easily fly through the sweater, since it only needed 4 balls of Malabrigo worsted, and I knit a cowl out of one ball of that in a day and a half. Two weeks seemed completely generous!
The problem was (and I should have seen this) is that I DON’T KNIT SWEATERS. And not only was my learning curve on this really steep, I didn’t just memorize the lace lickety split either. I needed the pattern with me for pretty much all of last week, and I got almost nothing done. I was finished with the neckband and a minuscule portion of the shoulders on Friday of last week. The pattern, while it makes sense, isn’t exactly straightforward, and so I needed to keep referring back to the stupid pattern to make sure I wasn’t screwing everything up, and progress resembled the pace of a snail. You’d think that there was no chance that I’d possibly finish the damn albatross before Rhinebeck, and I’d just give up, right?
No, no I won’t. Because in the time between Friday night and today, I have this:
This is, in fact, a nearly completed sweater body. I have used up a ball and a half of yarn in a mere couple of days, and this is giving me hope. (false though it may be.) You see, if it was really obvious that I couldn’t finish, I’d stop trying. I’d relax. However, I just keep knitting faster and faster, and I think I am somehow warping the time/space continuum, because I knit up an entire ball yesterday and I KNOW THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE. I do not knit that fast, even on Christmas Eve. So I will be torturing myself until Rhinebeck, in hopes that this sweater will be done. I am exactly halfway through my yarn, but yesterday morning I was only a quarter.
With wool as my witness, the body will be finished before I go to bed tonight.
And also? I’m probably going on Sunday. And I’m pretty sure I’m going to be wearing this sweater.