It is immensely satisfying to go from the first picture to the last picture. Right now knitting is not being very satisfying, because I’m too busy to spend a good chunk of time on it. Everything is inching along, giving me the illusion that nothing is happening. Perhaps a couple weeks from now I’ll suddenly have knit the attached lace border for a shawl, or have some very late Mother’s Day socks, but somehow I can’t get myself to believe it, especially since my other projects (hand-quilting a bag for my spinning wheel so I can take it to guild meetings (more on that later), re-upholstering 3 chairs and a bench, unpacking a staggering number of books, adding variety to my diet) all seem to be coming along just as slowly.
I thought spring was about fresh starts and relentless growth, what the hell happened?