So I grabbed the shawl project du jour and threw it in my knitting bag.
But.
No. I’m not going to!
But there was that bluegreen Purl Up and Dye project from Purlescence…
Now, Kaye gave me that skein she and Nathania had dyed out of the generosity of her heart only a week or so before I had this knitting epiphany hit me of wait, I knit socks?! And that yarn, ahead of its time, emphatically wanted to be socks.
No. That’s just not what my needles do, do you hear me, yarn? I cast on this scarf instead.
Every single time I picked it up to work on it, the silly thing whined at me, But I want to be *socks*! You NEED me as socks! Rip it, c’mon, you can do it, one good frog session and you’ll have just the right colors and just enough synthetic with your merino not to wear holes in the heels and you know you’ll feel like royalty and you’ll finally have some that would go with your teal skirts and it’ll be such a big deal and and and.
For the last time, I. Do. Not. Knit. Socks! This is going to be for somebody else anyway, and you know I’m too greedy (or afraid they won’t fit) to give away socks. I knit to give, not to keep. Be still.
So you know how that came out; after that surprise Sock Summit package arrived, I started knitting socks after all, and that bluegreen was sitting there torn between feeling jilted and exulting in, I told you so! So now are you going to frog me, are you are you huh huh?
Hush child.
Now, I tend to do one project till it’s done these days, a discipline I learned in knitting for my shawls book, but this scarf timed out into being the homework project with a deadline a long way off that you don’t want to work on and you have plenty of time to work on and no you’re not going to pull a 2 am-er on it at the last second, the semester doesn’t end for months and the teacher will never know you crammed, she’ll think it’s your best work and not only that she’ll tell the whole class she wishes everybody else prepared like that in advance!
Wait–that was Richard’s high school oral book report on a book he didn’t know he was supposed to have read, never mind.
I explained to the dentist’s hygienist that I was simply going to have to wait awhile after my appointment to be picked up; sure, no problem. She sent me out into the waiting room with toothbrush and fresh floss, armed to the teeth.
The wait began. I reached for my baby alpaca–and you know what came out of that bag instead. Hmmph. I was knit amused.
And then it became a race: can I get this finished before Michelle shows up? So I don’t ever have to listen to its socky attitude again?
And the answer, now, is, unblocked, 44″. Stretched out, mmm, ’bout 57. So close.
Nathania took a picture of it in progress the other day so she and Kaye could recreate that colorway. And if that doesn’t placate it, one more half hour and it’ll be cast off and that’s the ends of that.
If only I knew who this was going to be for! After all, the best way to get kids to stop whining about something they want is to get them looking forward to something else.
Someone is going to absolutely love this colorway and the generosity by which this yarn came to me. I know I do.