I finally gave in: I frogged my 10 inches worth of Branching Out. I realized, in posting the other day, that I hadn’t been knitting anything, and that I’d been actually dreading working on that particular piece. I know why: it requires slavish attention to a pattern, which is detailed enough not to be able to stick in my mind. So, I couldn’t memorize it (or I was unwilling to put in the hours to do so), and it just wasn’t pretty enough to keep me at it.
So, I ripped it back, I frogged it, I tore it out. And I’m knitting this morning, because I realized that we’ve a friend who’s due this week & I haven’t knit anything for the child (boy), and that I have an orange hat for my sister-in-law’s boy (due in June), but that he probably needs some socks, especially since I have miles of the same orange yarn. So, a blue hat for the boy due this week, and then on to orange socks.
It feels nice, to have gotten rid of a piece which was keeping me from knitting. Silly, I know, but I’d worked myself into a corner: I was going to do that pattern, darn it … but, really, who cares? I know that I can follow a pattern … so who am I proving things to? It’s sad that it’s taken me so long to think through this, but there it is.
Now, on to the blue hat, and all of the possibilities of not following any pattern, but relying on intuition and whim and whimsy.