April 23, 2010
The sock-yarn log cabin has reached a Turning Point.
I’m 6 blocks into it.
But I don’t like one of the blocks.
Meanwhile, knitting six 10-inch squares, at 8 stitches to the inch, gives a girl time to think of New Stuff To Do.
I have eliminated the unloved square. “It’s not you, it’s me,” I told it. “I’m just not that into variegation.”
Now I am poised on the precipice of something that has never been done before with a miter, or at least never been done by me: intarsia. I have no illusions about the path that lies ahead; there will be tangles. The heart wants what the heart wants.
Meanwhile, when is 2 and a half hours a lot longer than 2 and half hours?
When you forget to bring your knitting to Little League.