I realized something yesterday. I realized that I hate binding off. There is something about the physical, technical actions of it that irritates me.
But there is also a kind of regret that comes when you have to say goodbye to a nice yarn and the feel of it flowing through your fingers. There is joy that you have a finished object, but mixed in with that dance is the smallest bit of sorrow.
There is also the possibility that I made all those silly mistakes while knitting Ishbel and reading her charts, to avoid finishing. Because I know how I feel when finishing.
I swatched a few things and pondered what is next, but didn't really find anything I felt the urge to keep on working with. I stared a little at parts of the stash but could not find an project and yarn that that spoke to me.
So today, I will sluggishly block Ishbel, and I will sort out what is next. I will work on the Shetland shawl and its1600 rows of knitted edging (200 stitches per side x 4 sides x 1 row attached and one row unattached = 1600 stitches and I am rounding down. There are more than 200 stitches per side.) I have plenty to keep me busy.
There is also a pair of socks waiting to knit. Mays socks are sitting there, quietly. Might do some work on socks today too. Plenty to do.