I’ve spent the last month working on a deadline project and then suddenly, as of lunchtime yesterday, it’s gone. My portion is finished. Even the remaining yarn is gone, save for the scrap of yarn I found this morning beside my bed. (That I totally didn’t have any difficulty throwing away. Nope. Not me.)
This photo from my instagram is making me nostalgic already. Um. Yeah.
Several hundred thousands tiny stitches (I did the math because…because of course I did) and some – possibly permanently – stained fingers later, it’s all over.
So I’m drinking my coffee and looking around me going…what…what now? I’m going to be taking on some more serious design projects shortly, but I didn’t plan on starting until I’d had a bit of a knitting break. I have a considerable amount of brain fog right now, which doesn’t pair nicely with red wine OR pattern design. I ought to take a break.
But my hands are not having it. Despite the fact that my right wrist might be very slightly strained from knitting eight hours a day for the last few weeks (Don’t look at me like that, I knit slower than I thought…) all I can think about is knitting something. Anything. Now.
Friends, it’s been 24 hours and instead of taking a well earned break, I am in full blown knitting withdrawal. I can’t watch a TV show. I can’t have a rest. I can’t talk on the phone, not with idle hands. If you need me, I’ll be perusing my stash for a suitable rebound project. Suggestions welcome. Wish me luck.
P.S. The Weekly Round Up – for those of you that have missed them – will be back this week!