I’m pretty sure you’ve heard about the snow we have been experiencing here this winter. It’s basically a winter wonderland every single day. Snow and snow and snow. It’s the winter for jumping off roofs, sledding, skiing, and of course, shoveling.
And knitting. I finished this Wave Shawl, a belated holiday gift for my mom. It felt a little like work by the end of that LONG hypotenuse side of the triangle. The yarn is yummy merino and silk.
And now I am onto Thing 1 of my birthday year knitting! (See here for more info). Two lovely skeins from two friends. The variegated is Misti Alpaca Qolla, in the most luscious tide pool colorway, all slate and greens and rusty and teal. And the solid is Yak/Merino by Lang. Super soft and yummy.
The chevron is a nice stitch idea from another special friend and Thing 1 will be a scarf. The stitch pattern is easy and it’s very pleasing to look at.
I’ve embarked on a writing journey this winter, simple really, just write every day for 108 days. If you skip a day, no problem, no stress. There’s a Facebook group, if you’re interested in joining. It feels exciting to be doing this. Below is something that will give you a little picture into the last slog of knitting that lovely shawl.
My Brain on Knitting
We can blame the dopamine receptors
for why the
of creating the new knitting project
is so alluring.
Anticipating and planning
releases more dopamine
than actually doing it.
I’m an addict.
It really is a sort of itch,
my mind just wants to go there all the time,
pursue the math of the puzzle,
the new gauge,
learning the new stitch pattern.
This conception phase is like that obsessive love,
the kind that looks for every possible
when you might “happen” to run into each other between classes
if you take the back hallway,
since he’ll be coming from gym.
And it’s not like it’s that much out of your way.
so totally worth it,
even if it was.
This is my brain in love with an idea,
really an ideal,
because the gleam of perfection has not yet worn off.
It’s just that tantalizing puzzle,
the new sexy yarn,
I’m so ready to dump that old nag project.
We’re almost done with each other.
I did love it once,
before it became an obligation,
the knitting equivalent of calling every night,
texting all day long,
being too needy.
Still beautiful, sure,
but so clingy.
Would it be cheating to knit a small swatch
with that new dreamboat yarn?
Just a tiny one?
I’ll just have to face that sad old thing
eyeing me balefully from the knitting bag.
It’s for someone I love,
that’s all that’s keeping me going now.
And I did love the project once,
loved it enough to impulse-buy the yarn in the shop
because they had a gorgeous sample knit up.
The pattern was free,
the lace sequence was easy to learn.
Winding up the ball of new yarn wouldn’t count as cheating, right?
just a quick coffee.
You’re right: I’m fickle.
I’ll do what’s right by the soft, elegant shawl—
the color of morning glories.
I’ll finish it.
Stick with it to the end.
Power through that damn hypotenuse of the triangle,
knitting for miles.
But, know this:
I’ll be riding those dopamine highs in my thoughts,
as I imagine my hands on that next project.
Anticipation is a delicious moment.