Cranky in Nake-idland
I knit everyday, unless it would be rude or unseemly to do it--like when we have dinner guests and it's incumbent upon me to finish cooking instead of completing that picot hem. Or when I'm in a meeting with clients (although the next time I sit in on a 2.5 hour conference call, the needles are coming out).
And, for an English-style thrower, I knit quickly, especially when I don't cheap the needles.
So why does it take so friggin' long to finish anything?
Veteran knit blog runners know of the sites where owners seem to be in a constant state of finishing; their galleries are chock-a-block full of gorgeous creations knit over a languid month or two. And we're not talking super bulkies on size 17s either. These are complex Fair Isles, delicate little cardies, Arans, hip-to-the-minute tanks, some cunningly designed by the knitters themselves--Wendy and Bonne, this means you.
How the hell do you do it? Do you have Russian grandmas trapped in the basement clicking away for bread and fiber? Do you knit Continental--or in the current parlance of our nation's capitol--Freedom style? Or do you have giant Pilates-like Universal Reformer sweater machines churning out sweaters in a fog of sweat and smoke?
I hope this comes across in a spirit of admiration--and pea green envy--not sour grapes (though after an evening whipstitching fey little picot facings to Audrey's armhole, my mood is less than generous). I wish I was you, that's all.
Wendy and Bonne, and all you other fabulous knitters out there who knit like the wind and finish like English tailors, can I be you this week?
8:51:38 AM 
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