Diligence has suffered these last few days. I have been thinking a lot of lace and dreaming of shawls and light elegant things I could wear and wrap myself up in, but I think these dreams are interfering with my focus. I scurry to bed at night to read the lace books I have up there and contemplate what stitch patterns I would use if I was doing my own. I plan an order of shawls that I would make from among my many books. But really I should be doing a little more work on what is before me.
To be completely honest, my worry over son 2's sweater and its too shortness is getting in the way. I am worrying about its size too. I mean if its too short, it might be too small too, right. I have lost my faith in the math even though I redid all the numbers and it seems ok.
I think this is part of sweater knitting. It belongs to the massive middle of a project, the part where it seems like it is taking forever, the part where no matter how much you knit, it never grows any longer. Angst lives there.
I do have the other sweater to work on. I should be knitting my heart out on it, but in a crisis of faith...
The crisis of faith will be done by this evening. This evening is as much time as it can have. So, excuse me while I have a bit of a talk with myself.
Suck it up buttercup. Get over it. Move on. Trust the numbers. This too is knitting.