I’ve been knitting these damn socks seemingly forever …. and it sucks.
It’s not like me to take so long to knit a pair especially since I’m not working. Okay, taking care of everything – the house, the grounds (my that sounds grandiose), the animals and the Bear even when he isn’t here (sounds weird but I prepare dozens of frozen meals for him so he eats well when traveling) is really a hell of a thing. I find myself having to take on projects I would normally consider for “the man of the house” (sounds sexist that, but there are some things better left to him than if I deal with it). Top it off with taking care of me. Yeah, that’s right … at the bottom of the list again. Never mind … this is about the socks.
So these Bear’s Blues Blitz socks have been on the needles for WELL over a month … I’ve almost completed ONE. About 2 inches before starting the toes bit. So I should be pleased for AT LEAST this
much. And I keep arguing with myself …. “get it done and quickly cast on the other, get the ribbing done and a minimum of 2 inches … you’ll feel better.” But I’m not sure I will. I’m already thinking of stashing the project … or ripping it back … maybe putting it on holders would be better? A thought to consider.
Nope. Can’t do it. I have to get these socks done. And I desperately want to get the PAIR finished by Thursday (Sept. 12th). It seems like a monumental task. Crazy. Insane. Every stitch seems to cost something. But I really don’t want to let the Bear down. He really loves the other 2 pairs I’ve knit for him …. like crazy over the top – talks about them each and every time he’s wearing them – feels linked back to home and me.
I should appreciate this. I DO appreciate it. But I’m just having a bitch of a time getting this done.