Did you ever take a broken appliance, say a toaster, or an alarm clock, that wasn't working quite as it should, if at all, and stuff it in a closet only to take it out months later and have it work fine? Neither have I, but I hear that it happens sometimes.
I think I am experiencing something akin to this phenomenon with my Mary Jane. It sat for months as an UFO, and was elevated to WIP yesterday. I finished a whole, lace sleeve. It's as if the cardigan knows that one dropped stitch, one broken thread, one cold breeze and it will be banished to the UFO pile again. I'm enjoying this honeymoon, but I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I don't want to take this too fast, I don't want it to catch me making wistful little moon eyes at the pile of cashmere that sits behind me. I don't want this cardigan to believe for one second that there is anything in this world besides itself. I'd hate to have to throw it into a little puddle of knit by the television. I've got the body and one sleeve done. My practical self tells me that there can't be that much more left... did you just hear someone laughing?
I'm seriously creeped out. I'm gonna go put together tomorrow's lunch.
Go for the cashmere...I DARE you!
Posted by: Gina House | July 17, 2006 at 04:03 PM