My knitting pals elected me as the perfect person to help a fellow citizen of our fair town in her quest to find someone who could knit matching Christmas stockings for her grandkids so that everyone in their family would have the same stockings hanging this year.
It seemed innocent enough.
And they hit the hamartia on the head: knitting hubris.
I received the package of yarns, needles, bobbins, and pattern in June.
I started attempt number one in June.
I set it aside by July 1.
I thought, "I'll take it on vacation."
It got left behind at home.
School started, work projects piled up, the seasons changed.
The bag sitting in my stash room mocked me.
The commissioner phoned me. "How's the project coming along?"
November rolled around. I started again.
I frogged it.
I started again.
(Sensing the pattern here???????)
Finally, after an intense two weekends (and a few intense week nights between),
this is the result.
I had an inkling before I began that there was a reason I'd avoided intarsia prior to this. All my suspicions were confirmed.
It's time consuming. It makes me anxious rather than helping to relieve my stresses and anxieties. It's fiddly.
Basically, it's a very HIGH MAINTENANCE kind of knitting.
I'm not very likely to repeat the experience any time soon.
I deliver said stockings on Wednesday.
I hope she likes them!