It’s not hard to see where this is going. The sections are repeating themselves. In many ways, that’s good—familiar territory makes for stress free knitting. I’m at a conference, absorbing new material, pausing here and there to write down important notes and ideas, and I like an easy knitting task for this situation. I like that everyone knows I’ll be knitting—nay, expects me to be knitting—in a lecture setting. I break out my old lines:
I like the pattern. It’s just the right balance between intriguing new stitches and repetition—engaging, but not overwhelming; simple, but not boring. I can see there’s a brand new stitch coming at the end, and I’m looking forward to it as a gratifying finale. The yarn has a nice spring and a pleasant texture.
Sure, this may never grace my neck (although, to be fair, I refuse to pass judgement until this is blocked), I have NO doubt whatsoever that life will shortly introduce me to someone for whom it is absolutely perfect. It happened with my whimsical cow bag. It’s happened numerous times.