Worth the Wait...
Ribbing is calming. Maybe too calming.
Truth be told, I’m getting a little bored here. Sure, I’ve got to wrangle a decrease every seven rounds, but the other six are...well...tedious. That’s good “television” knitting, good “boring meeting” knitting, but I haven’t had much time for either of those lately.
I look at my row chart and see something like 12 more repeats of this decrease stuff and it stretches before me like a flat, straight highway. It’s times like these when you start gaining an appreciation for size 13 needles.
Still, these socks have such a marvelous elasticity. I love the subtle color changes in the heathered purple of my yarn. These remind me of the leg-warmers I adored back in high school and college (eek, showing my age here). And I’ve just the rain boots for these with spring coming.
And so it is that I return to my biggest knitting challenge: patience. In knitting and life, I’m an impatient gal. It’s not lack of skill that has botched so many bind-off’s in my knitting career, it’s impatience to finish the project.
So practice patience alongside me: these are going to take a while. But like most things long in coming, they are sure to be worth the wait.
Kind of like Spring in Chicago.