Major life changes are underway for me. The kind that already have me whirling like a dervish, wondering where I'll stop, hoping it's a place of grace. At a time like this, a girl needs a friend, and I am on a mission to make amends with an old one.
Starting Monday, I'm going to open up a can of whup-ass on my UFOs. I've considered moving on without them, but the Bad Voice started screaming at me, You're a bum! You never finish what you start! You're so fickle! Who do you think you are, wasting all that money?! So everything I've started is either going to get frogged or finished, so me and knitting can make love like we used to do.
First on the list is the dreaded Lake Erie Scarf (look at it, laying there trying to act all blameless and innocent). Yes, my father's birthday was January 29th. Yes, I've been working on the scarf since mid-January. Hell yes, I'm bored with it. Which is why I've only managed about two man hours on it this month. If anyone ever opens his trenchcoat and says to you, Psst, I got your reversible cable knitting patterns right here, run. This scarf eats yarn like a starving baby sucking on a teat. You knit and you knit and you knit and learn that it is indeed possible for time to go in reverse. Every time you work on it, it seems to get shorter. But next week, one of us is going down. And it ain't gonna be me.