Whenever I get into a project, I am excited about the outcome. A lot of time, consideration and planning goes into each thing I create. So, when something goes terribly awry, it can be heart wrenching. Even greater when a large amount of time has already been incorporated into it.
So, I felt I should make a final resting place for these junked projects. A proper Eulogy. A place for me to fondly remember the struggles we had together and why they are exactly where they are. I hope you can get a laugh out of these and I will keep this page updated as I go along, so check back often.
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| The start up of the second attempt |
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| Excited at the progress |
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| Realizing it was a goner |
My first junked project goes to my beloved birthday socks. I spent a good part of two days on you. I learned not only how to knit a sock, but how to work with a large amount of needles at the same time. I learned that yes, sometimes there is such a thing as too much knitting. My fingertips couldn't keep up with you and my skin actually gave out from the constant poking of the needles which required band-aids. You made for some great conversation and I will never forget some more memorable quotes, "Are you going to work on that all day?" - my husband. "That ISN'T for me is it?" - my son, Zeke. "How can you find that enjoyable" - my husband. "Mmmmmm" - my son, Danny. "If I knew you wanted socks THAT bad, I can go right now and buy you a pair!" - my husband (they don't get it, I have enough commercial socks). I've also learned not to trust the fuzzy picture next to the pattern, and to read the pattern completely and try to visualize it. I tried two different patterns on you and they both stunk. I still hold on to your remains, high on a shelf where they beckon me to try again.
