Patience. I will admit, I don’t have a lot of it, and I feel that the older I get, the more impatient I’m getting and being a knitter hasn’t helped me one bit in this realm.
Colour me typical but I live in a world of instant gratification, and I will be the first to admit that I find myself annoyed at how long a project is taking or I get bored by the continuous repetition of a pattern. As much as I try to adopt the practice of slow knitting, I usually end up racing to the end so I can revel in the finished project and bask in the feeling of fulfilment that it gives.
So of course, when I finally finished the Ishneich shawl that I’d been working on, with breaks, for about two years the radiation my happiness was giving off could rival that of any nuclear object.
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This shawl is hands down one of the hardest and most challenging projects I’ve ever worked on or completed to date and would not have been possible without a lot of help from Trish, quiet days reading the pattern line by line, a row countdown (to keep hope alive and help maintain sanity) and lots and lots of swearing.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’ll be taking a vacation from cables for a while. I think I deserve it.