I declare today, June 9, to be my own personal Frog Something Day. I’ve virtually frogged two projects! That’s at least 2 years worth of Coming To Terms With Reality, for me. Usually when I’m knitting something and it’s not working out, the project gets put aside for a minute and then, like something on the ID Channel, it’s never heard from again. These projects are not ever coming back to me, but I pretend, by keeping them in the bottom of a tote bag somewhere with needles still in them (sometimes, poignantly, in the middle of a row–which makes me wonder, why did I quit after stitch 37 and not stitch 36 or 38? what got into me?), that I might hear from them someday. Like maybe they’ll write something on my wall. But it’s not happening. Something inside has died, and I can’t hide, and I just can’t fake it. You know? (OK, I watched that Carole King/James Taylor PBS sweeps special, maybe a couple of times. I’m weak.)
I say “virtually” frogged because I didn’t rip out actual knitting for either of them.
In the first case, I am repurposing 6 finished sock-yarn log cabin squares, which I had intended to incorporate into a log-cabin version of Emily’s amazing Barn Raising Quilt, into another blanket entirely. Why? Because, in case you didn’t notice, and thank you for not hurting my feelings by pointing it out to me, a log cabin square, even in sock yarn, doesn’t really look much like a mitered square knit in the round. It was not going to be any kind of version of the Barn Raising Blanket. I still want my own shot at the BRQ, but I am going to have to get right with knitting mitered squares in the round. I can see that now.
So the plan is to incorporate these squares into yet another pattern with which I am quite overcome–Parcheesi! How come nobody told me about Parcheesi? Isn’t it so utterly quilty and Kaffe Fassetty? And intarsia-free! That’s the best part! I haven’t even read the whole pattern yet, but I’ve seen Vicki’s squares for her version, and that’s all it took. These photographers and their mad color sense, oy.
In the second case, The Poet’s Shawl, I’m not physically ripping it out, either, because it’s no fun at all to rip back Haiku, or any other laceweight kid mohair yarn. I’ll save the remnant in case I really need a few yards of it at some point, but hopefully I won’t. The plan is to repurpose this adored yarn, in this adored shade of chartreuse, to knit the Birch that I’ve always wanted. Back when Birch was young, and you made (and famously modeled) your own Birch, I didn’t feel like I could handle the huge cast-on, and getting the stitch counts right across so many repeats, with decreases on the sides. But I’m older now, and more hard-headed. I was frustrated by the wabi-sabi gappiness of The Poet’s Shawl’s intarsia’d column of heavyweight stitches in the middle of the gossamer Haiku, none of my fixes were fixing it, so I’m going to face facts and knit something else.
Everybody–I am here to tell you that it feels really good to put “frogged” on a project in your Ravelry notebook. They even have a little frog sticker now. I feel lighter, younger, and better looking just by having done this. So go find a UFO, slide the needles out, and get to it. Don’t look back.
Frogging is the new yoga.