I'm almost finished knitting a gift. It's the first time I've tried this pattern, and I slavishly followed it (well, mostly). I've been looking at it, and I see things I would do differently if I were to do it again. Just some tweaking, but those tweaks will make a much better looking project. I don't plan to frog this one. I think I'll donate it to charity. Anyway, I don't even want to finish this one, but get the yarn and start immediately on the next one.
I will finish this one before the next one, just in case there are other things I'll want to tweak. I just don't know how I'll stand working on it. I am a perfectionist knitter. I can't help being what I am. Normally I would rip out and start over, but I'd like to use this one as a visual aid as to what not to do again.
I've been re-reading some of my blog entries, and I've got to get out of the house some. While it's been great being unemployed and doing a poor imitation of a good housewife, my blog has gotten pretty dull. Apparently I need the stimulation of being around my fellow knitters to keep my brain sharp. However, can we all blame the fact that it's winter here, and that's the traditional time for things and brains to lay fallow, resting for the next burst of growth? That's my story.
At least I'm not stuck in the past. I've been a bit of a voyeur on Facebook with some of my old friends. They seem so happy to be reliving all sorts of old memories. I don't fancy the past that way. The past is done, it's over, and a lot of it wasn't very enjoyable for me. The future holds possibilities. I'll admit that the present is pretty good too. The present lets me work on those possibilities that the future imagines. (Not to mention that I've got a great hubby here in the present. You can't beat that.)
Gratuitous cat picture. My pillow didn't get covered up, and since it's down, it makes the perfect sleep spot, as Mr. Chubbers demonstrates.