Ready for Pink...
Yes! Finally done with all that cow, and on to the quiet inches of pink stockinette that will give this bag its “udder.” Much as I love black and white, I’m tired of looking at it.
I’m also very tired of getting to the end of a stretch of one color only to realize I haven’t carried the yarn in back and I need to take it all out again. I can’t tell you how many times this has happened in this project. I think it’s because of all the color switching. You get to a stretch of one color, and it’s like a raceway straightaway--you “floor it,” eager for some speed. Then you realize you’ve left the other poor color hanging lost and un-anchored back at the starting line. Tink, tink, tink, redo. Sigh. It’s annoying because I know better.
Still, like most projects that presented a challenge, when I look back at the completed section I feel a tremendous sense of satisfaction. The primal “I made this” that drives why we all knit. The interplay of color and texture that speaks to an inner need--even if that need is to be just a wee bit silly.