It occured to me today, a lovely rainy Tuesday in which I was at home alone all day, that I haven’t finished any knitting in some time. Six weeks or so, I would say. I suppose this is where the fact of being a results versus process knitter comes into play.
I get a little anxious when I have nothing finished. I have what Sean calls a strong Protestant Work Ethic (which obviously applies mainly to my craft and less so to my work!) and therefore a need to know that my time has been productively spent. I have nothing finished, unless you count one half of a pair of socks. One half of an unspeakably wonderful pair of socks that I’m thoroughly enjoying knitting.
Today I realised that although I would have liked to have finished these during Socktoberfest, in reality, life was crazy in October and it just wasn’t meant to be. But more than that, I realised that for the first time in a long time, there are no deadlines. I’m not racing any clock, no one is waiting for me to finish. I’m tinkering away at the socks and enjoying them very much.
But that tussle between the process knitter and the results oriented knitter is strong within me sometimes!
There will be no Christmas knitting for me this year. Although I reserve the right to change my mind. I’m just not up for the race. Instead I’ll work on pieces that have no pressure attached and are a pleasure. Not that gift knitting isn’t a pleasure, and I do cope well with deadlines on the whole, but this pressure free knitting is like a breath of fresh air.
What I have finished is more sewing. The dress in the photo above is another for Alice, of course, and it has matching shorts. Now that the days are (supposedly) warming up, a modest little pair of pants under short dresses to cover her nappies is just the thing. And it’s fun to make a set.
Now if my chickens could start to lay eggs, all would be well here indeed, but I’m told they are still some weeks off laying, being young girls, and so I just have to keep feeding them and waiting. Like the socks, which though enjoyable are taking their time, patience is a must. The Girls will grow and so will the socks and in time, all good things will come to pass.