Lady Fern Scarf from Hill Country Weavers - Day 3

Virtuous?

This. Is. Hard.

Not in the this pattern is so challenging it’s making steam come out of my ears hard, but hard in the I can’t believe it took me this long to knit 27 inches and I’m only halfway done kind of hard.

Four row repeats are soothing.  Zen, even, under the right circumstances.  But after 27 inches, even Zen gets a little too Zen-ish.  27 inches of solid brown—even though I really need a solid brown scarf and I picked the color out myself—borders of mind-numbing.  

On the upside, I could now knit the trellis stitch in my sleep.  On the downside, it offers very little challenge whatsoever. Other than perseverance.  I understand that’s a virtue, but it’s a tiresome virtue to gain, yes?

I know I will love the texture and drape of this scarf—when I’m done.  Right now it’s row upon row of scratchy stitches.  A fiber marathon.  I’m actually calculating how many rows I have to get done each day to stay on schedule.  And when I resort to math, you know it’s getting sticky.

Stick with me.  I need to know I’m not climbing this trellis alone.

Knit Along: Stirrup Socks from Purl Soho - Day 3

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.