Ready for Pink…
Yes! Finally done with all that cow, and on to the quiet inches of pink stockinette that will give this bag its “udder.” Much as I love black and white, I’m tired of looking at it.
I’m also very tired of getting to the end of a stretch of one color only to realize I haven’t carried the yarn in back and I need to take it all out again. I can’t tell you how many times this has happened in this project. I think it’s because of all the color switching. You get to a stretch of one color, and it’s like a raceway straightaway–you “floor it,” eager for some speed. Then you realize you’ve left the other poor color hanging lost and un-anchored back at the starting line. Tink, tink, tink, redo. Sigh. It’s annoying because I know better.
Still, like most projects that presented a challenge, when I look back at the completed section I feel a tremendous sense of satisfaction. The primal “I made this” that drives why we all knit. The interplay of color and texture that speaks to an inner need–even if that need is to be just a wee bit silly.
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