We're headed down South at the end of the week, where I'll deposit Pete into his grammie's greedy clutches and revel in some hands-free time. What to take with me to work on? I would love, love, love to start something new, but I'm afraid there are an embarrassing number of projects hanging fire right now. To wit:
That's right, eight WIPS, count 'em, 8. Some of which, you may note, look suspiciously like FOs. Let's approach this scientifically, shall we?
Pea Pod Cardigan and Hat (upper right)
Started: March 2007, for the love of God!
Status: I don't know which is more embarrassing, the fact that the baby I initially intended this set for is almost two, or that it's actually been finished, right down to the buttons, for nearly a year. In that time it's been through several putative recipients. Now I've got the perfect recipient...but no appropriate envelope.
Diagnosis: Postalphobia. Seriously, I think it's easier to knit a entire sweater than to wait in line at a NYC USPS. In fact, you could probably knit an entire sweater while waiting on line.
Cousinly Cardigan II
Status: This cardigan for Pete could have been done almost a month ago--all it needs is one armhole grafted, buttons, and the ends woven in. But look at this:
Diagnosis: Demon Graft. Ugly, huh? I think it's a combination of sloppy Kitchenering and the smoothness of cotton yarn, which allowed the hole to grow gargantuan as I knit the yoke.
Hat Trick BSJ
Started: Ravelry says last November, and Ravelry does not lie. Unless I lied. Which is possible.
Status: My third BSJ, this one has been knit and re-knit several times. Yes, it's seamed, yes I have buttons and the matching thread all ready, but...I'm still not happy with the striping. Plus, the intended recipient probably could have worn this for, oh, the first two weeks of her life. Had it been cold enough. Which it wasn't. Said recipient will get the aforementioned Pea Pod instead. Uh, if I find an envelope, that is.
Diagnosis: Pattern Fatigue with a side helping of Perfectionism. Not to mention Surprisingly Big Baby. I love this yarn so much; a part of me thinks I should rip it out again and start over. The other part says sew the goddamned buttons on already, wrap it, and wait for some deserving girl baby to be born, preferably in November.
(Did I ever show you the first two BSJs? Here they are:
And here's Pete in his matching hat:
The I-cord edging in the variegated Fat Sock made me so happy.)
Memphis Blu Again
Started: April 11
Status: After I nearly got Carpal Tunnel from the freakin' horrid Denim yarn, you'd think I'd finish this, right? Wrong. You have to pre-shrink the pieces, and guess who doesn't have easy access to a washing machine?
Diagnosis: City Living. Also, I couldn't come up with anything clever to put on the little mock label, which kinda took the wind out of my sails. Gloria Pamperbilt? J. Poo? Jeez, and I used to come up with bad puns for a living.
"Courage!" Lotos Shawl
Started: Another brilliant move from November.
Status: The yarn bleeds and stains your hands, which I somehow wasn't keen on when I was pregnant. I quit somewhere around row 89, with visions of Smurf-like babies cavorting in my head. La LA lalalala...
Diagnosis: If you've ever read the fine print on prescription narcotics, you'll remember the warnings telling you not to operate heavy machinery, and, right under that, "or knit from a chart." That's good advice for the sleep deprived, too. Year of lace my ass. Maybe when he goes to kindergarten I'll pick this up again. Maybe.
Itchy, Scratchy, and Dull (aka Cobblestone Sweater, Baby Brain Socks, and the Primero PITA)
Started: Oh...let's not talk about it.
Status: OK, the socks are progressing, but that's just because I hate everything else on the needles more.
Diagnosis: Terminal. I'd rip the Primero--for the 4th time--if I could think of anything better to do with it. And I suspect I'll end up throwing the Skye Tweed onto Alex's funeral pyre, still neatly wound. The socks seem destined for Second Sock syndrome.
Right. And I still don't know what to take on vacation...all of these feel like work!
At least Pete's excited to see Grammie!