My boot socks are finished. This is good news because it means I have avoided SSS (second sock syndrome: the waning of interest…leads to only one finished sock). Now I have something to put away for Fall. Makes me feel prepared.
At least, I’m more prepared than Ben, the husband. I spent all of this past Fall and Winter stealing his extra-large (and fantastic) hiking socks. Between the two of us we managed to put some pretty nice holes in 2 out of his 3 pairs. I owe the man some socks…but instead, I’m knitting them for myself.
Is it sad that these are the first socks that I’ve knit (and get to keep) for myself? I was looking over my Finished Projects page on Ravelry and noticed that while I am capable of knitting socks, I don’t do it often. My average is about one pair per year. Hardly prolific. I’ve always wanted to be the kind of knitter that has a pair of socks always on the go, but I never seem to manage. I’m a bit of a project monogamist. Usually one project at a time; very rarely two. This is not entirely by choice though. I’ve tried to start more projects than that, but it doesn’t seem to work out. It’s happened often enough that I call it “the curse” (in my head. Don’t want anyone thinking I’m strange). It’s like my current project doesn’t want me showing any love to a new project…sometimes it’s downright sabotage.
Examples: Do you remember the Cast On problems with the Baby Surprise Jacket? Yep, that was “the curse.” I already had the Green Scarf on the needles, and it was having none of that multi-colored, bright, baby-sized knitting. Somehow, I persevered through the hardships and knit forth…I broke through on that one. But this weekend; well, it was another story. I had full intentions of starting and (hopefully) finishing some slippers for my niece, Jules. I gathered slipper information, perused patterns and websites, collected materials, and cast on. I was fully prepared.
It didn’t work out.
Here are my attempts, looking for all the world like the beginnings of a slipper for a 7 year-old, but they lie. I tried a couple of different things, but it just wasn’t working. First it turned out too big, then too small, then I remembered that I hate knitting soles, then I gave up.
Instead, I started the second of the boot socks; knit during family movie night, a few episodes of House, a couple of months worth of Yarn Harlot blog archives and Bam!…sock finished.
This morning I found a
less nauseating different slipper pattern (already in my queue), the right yarn combination, and a better attitude. Everything is going smoothly…no curse.
Maybe it’s my destiny…project monogamy. It means I almost always finish what I start.
What say you, fellow knitters…harlots or monogamists? Any other curses lurking about?