Ugh.
My mother is planning on visiting family in Romania next January, and I made the mistake of giving in to her request to knit various things for various households. She asked me if I could do a tablecloth. Without thinking, I answered that of course I could, why wouldn't I be able to? With Colourmart silk in mind, and visions of a wonderfully lacy tablecloth that would be vastly treasured, I made the mistake of assuming that the task was a simple one. Think again.
I'm having a problem. It's daunting, the type of things that makes me bite my nails, almost with the fervor to chew my fingertips off. The thing is, I can't seem to find anything to fit this image that I have in my head. I know what I want, but am horribly used to relying on the genius of others' patterns. For the first time I find myself in the position to design something more complicated than I've ever dared to. Well, at least bigger.
Now, I've designed things before, mostly through a process of trial, error, and various attempts that only spawned disaster. But I really really actually want to do this. I know I can, I'm just afraid to. Not sure why I am, but there's something huge and daunting about this prospect. Maybe I should just get over it, and quit dragging my feet. I'm sure that once I'm finished I'll be all more better for it. Well, not better. More knowledgeable, certainly. At this point it's all about finding the right stitch patterns and figuring out how to put them together. Hell, I have a year to do it, so why not, right?
Right?
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Right.
Seriously, if anyone could do it, it would be you. Like...reading this entry I sort of wonder why you want to teach history instead knitting things and selling them or teaching knitting.
I suppose you could always do that in the summer?
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