Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Yet more screaming out here!
It's so strange, really. To have finished it, I mean. You get into the middle of the thing, wading knee-deep in left-leaning mesh, and you feel it will never end, but suddenly...the needles spring free! The scarf falls to your lap, and you are left with nothing to do but block the thing and weave in ends.
I'm a bit at sixes and sevens, I must say. What now that the thing which has been, to a certain point, the only project in my life in which I had total confidence is done? I'm not sure what to do next.
Strange lassitude aside, I've got some leftovers.
But that yarn ball had me curious. Just how much yarn is left over?
European bakers, drug dealers and knitters all have one thing in common, what is it?
The exhilaration has worn off, lunch is now two hours late and I feel in need of food and, perhaps, a nap. Then I'm going to soak the scarf, pin it out and dry it out for the wearing. I've got my rust-proof t-pins around here somewhere.
Something else to look for in addition to the three tubes of beads.