My knitting skills moved to a new level last week. This gave me a sense of confidence that turns out is unfounded. Confidence swelling, I thought I'd take a swing at writing my first pattern. Big mistake. After five attempts, I gave up. Pattern writing put me in my rightful place and taught me to pace myself. This is what I love and hate about knitting: it's humbling, annoyingly humbling. It was an iphone sock if you're interested. Maybe I'll take another swing at it some time.
I needed a break from my Polly Jean socks. They're semi-intense and tired me out a bit. But I'll be back at them today because it's important to do a little bit everyday, otherwise I let my feelings of inadequacy fester and that's no fun.
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