Confession: I’ve been knitting this sweater for over two years. That’s two. full. years. people. It’s a problem, and not an uncommon one. I start something, diving in head first. Full throttle. Balls to the wall. I’m consumed for days, neglecting all other responsibilities and obligations. I binge. On knitting. I don’t think, “Oh cool, it’s knitting season, why don’t I explore this newfound hobby with a simple potholder.” No, I say “OH MY GOD I LOVE KNITTING I’M GOING TO KNIT A SWEATER AND THEN QUIT MY DAY JOB AND KNIT FOREVERMORE.” I find myself scouring etsy and purlsoho for only the finest quality needles and yarns. I spend HOURS watching youtube tutorials and within days dub myself a “Knitting Expert.”
I make it half way through said sweater. And then it comes. The inevitable EBB to my FLOW. The deep dark valley after my peak. The vacuum-esque black hole that is my BACK BURNER. I lose the motivation/interest/time to pursue my new life’s calling and fall back on my laurels. My husband likes to call it my “cycle,” and let me tell you – he is NOT referring to the menstrual kind. Hence the 12,593 half finished projects adorning my home. Of which this sweater is a bright shining star of an example. It sat untouched for an entire year. And lived like a nagging little thought-bunny in the back of my mind, hopping to the forefront from time to time. “Oh you have to work on that sweater!!” and “Schedule an hour to knit the sweater!!” Which on a hot summer day in June are simply not bunny-thoughts I care to acknowledge. I’m more into “Let’s go to the beach!!” and “Time to loll on the porch and read your book.”
And here is the very worst part of this particular situation: this sweater is for my MOTHER. My dearest, darlingest, flesh-and-blood mother who carried me in her womb for nine months and birthed me into this world and I CAN’T BE BOTHERED to finish knitting a sweater for her?!?!?!?! WHAT KIND OF PERSON AM I?!?!?! And so, with winter approaching I sat down to begin again. Picking up where I left off. Having to dust of the needles and revisit a few tutorials. But there has been PROGRESS, people. And I’m hoping against all odds that this time I can ride the cycle to the very end. So my mother doesn’t have to wander around this city naked anymore.