Finishing Phobia (or fear of sewing)
In eight days I’ve frogged an entire sweater, soaked the yarn, hung it out to dry to reset the twist, re-balled the yarn, rewrote the pattern, and re-knit the entire pattern. Now it’s three days later, and I’ve managed to sew the sleeves into the shoulder, and sew up 1/2 of one side. Why does it take me so damn long to sew the sweater pieces together. Oh, I remember . . . I HATE SEWING! I loves me some neck down, three needle bind off, pick up stitches . . . ANY technique that means I don’t have to sew. I’m trying really hard to master the mattress stitch. I’m doing much better this time at actually making it an invisible seam
I’m so much happier with the sweater now. Here’s it blocking in my apartment. Sweater on floor, sleeves on the ironing board
I’ve also discovered yarn as a decorating element. Being away from home, hearth and hubby (the list is NOT in order of importance), means knitting is the thing that’s kept me sane. Baskets of yarn are like little cozy reminders of home.