To me, the hardest part of any race is the last few yards (or inches, really). When the gate opens (or the gun goes off or whatever), all I can think about is getting to the finish line (and winning, of course), and so I go full out (at whatever) and before I know it, I’m exhausted and can barely make it to the finish line.
Such it is with knitting. I fall in love with a pattern and find the perfect yarn. I’m so excited that I cast on immediately. But then. Time passes, and I fall in love with another project. So the first project then goes into an endless linger and the closer to finishing the project I get, the harder it is to finish it. Knitters actually do have a term for this: finishitis. (do a google search for that term and just see how many knitting/crochet/fiber crafts you get a hit on!).
I’ve been working on a shawl called the Whippoorwill since December 14, 2011. I wanted to make a larger version than the “large” in the pattern, miscalculated the number of rows needed, put the darn thing in time out, and when I finally resurrected it about a month ago decided to put a simple ruffle border on it instead of the lovely lace that was the original pattern. A ruffle requires doubling the number of stitches and in my case, it meant going from 580 to 1160. Eleven.hundred.sixty.stitches. UGH! Almost 1200 stitches is enough to make anyone a little lethargic – well, it is enough to make me a little lethargic and a little, well, leery of the finish line. All I have is 6 more rows. SIX. For those who can’t do math that quickly, it is 7200 stitches to the end. *sigh* I’ll finish someday.