In between all the small projects I’m doing to keep up a sense of momentum, I’ve got a couple of big projects on the go.
At some points I have asked myself just how many small projects I can do before I start calling them avoidance strategies? I’m not technically avoiding my big projects but I think I should pick them up more than once a week to feel I’m making reasonable progress.
It’s a huge undertaking (although I should note if you search the project pages on Ravelry, some people have made it in under a month!) and one I had intended would be ready for my significant birthday in July. I think even if I throw myself headlong into it now I won’t have it done by then, not unless I knit to the exclusion of everything else and I think we all know that’s unreasonable. But it’s pretty and feels satisfying as it grows.
It is further along than this but even so, I’ve got a long way to go, which becomes painfully clear when you look at what the finished item looks like.
It feels a bit like my Everest. I’ve had a few moments of thinking of it as a long, slow toil but that’s only when I’m not working on it. The minute I pick it up again I’m reminded of the loveliness of the Jaggerspun zephyr – see that enormous cone of it? I see the cone and wonder how I’ll ever get through it but I want to. I really, really want to.
It’s about attitude. If I think of it as work I’ll never do it. There’s plenty of time for me to be nearing the end of wishing for it to be over. It’s too early for that sort of thinking!
The other big project is not as big. It’s a cardigan for my mum. She asked me oh so nicely earlier in the year. She chose some Bendigo Woollen Mills Rondo in Lime Zest and a pattern by Bendigo which is a lovely jacket with a moss stitch band and collar. Now that I’m devoting my time to it, it’s a good project to carry around on the bus, to knit late on a Friday night when I’m too full of wine and exhaustion to do much else. You get the idea. It’s pretty.
And if I work really, really hard and fast, I’ll get it done before winter in my mum’s part of world gets much colder.
Pressure? What pressure? Only that which I apply to myself, nothing more.