In the Category of Things I Wish I Could Like

I have a knitting confession to make. I hate knitting socks.

There. I've said it, and opened myself to the scorn of any dedicated knitter who happens to drop by my lonely site. I apologize, but it is the pure tedium of knitting another sock just like the one I just knit. Can you see why I make a lot of scarves? Shells are very appealing to me, and the baptism dress for my daughter had only two very small sleeves, thus limiting my opportunity to totally loose focus. I have made a few sweaters, but only with a break in between those endless sleeves.

So, it is with trepidation that I now am starting the other side of the Clementine Shawlette. I have been knitting this as a present for far too long now (over a year, and counting), but I admit I was dreading casting off one side, knowing what faces me. Now, I feel somewhat mollified in the knowledge that it's been a really long time since I started with the little tear-drop thingies, and I look forward to the novelty of them (again!). But after the tear-drops, and before the repeats that remind me of a dishcloth (and so it isn't so bad, really), are the increases.

I must finish this project. I so want to move on to something else, even though I still love the pattern, and like my alternate yarn choice. It's not for nothing that I affiliate with the word "dilettante."