The End Did Come

There were moments.  There were moments of panic and doubt.  There were moments when I couldn’t bear to look at the remnants of the skein for fear that looking would make it run out faster and ensure that I wouldn’t be able to complete the socks.  There were moments of absolute certainty and confidence.  No matter what I was thinking at any moment, the only thing I was thinking about was if I was going to be able to finish the socks.  I thought about it while I was knitting the socks.  I thought about it while I was in the shower.  I thought about it while I was thinking about writing this post.  I thought (or more accurately) I fretted constantly about if I had enough yarn.
I squished the ball.  I poked the ball.  I eyeballed the ball.  I breathed a little sigh of victory every time I finished a section.  Even though that relief was very temporary and almost instantly replaced with doubt.  This dance, this tango, of hope and doubt caused my relationship with the socks to be a very unique one indeed.  There were moments when I knit them at a fever pace and there were moments when I literally froze with the socks in my hands, unable to knit a stitch.
Finally, I decided that what I needed was mojo.  I needed the mojo of other knitters.  The more knitters I had near the socks, the more likely I was to finish them, or at least that was my thought.  So there came a day when it was a friend’s birthday.  She is a long time knitter and I knew the likelihood of at least one other knitter being there was high, and I was right.  Three knitters in one place had to be enough.  I hoped it was.  I said a little prayer to the knitting goddess and really hoped that she was listening.
I don’t know if any of that made a difference.  I suppose in the end nothing I did or didn’t do would have really made a difference.  The amount of yarn I had wasn’t going to magically change.  Knitting or not knitting was the only difference to be had.  So in the end that’s what I did.

And there was an ending.  Actually, it was the last thing I really accomplished before the plague was bestowed upon me and left me only able to complete one or two rows of a heel flap in a day.  But, as I knew it would, the end did come.  And there in the grande finale, the only thing that was left for me to do was revel in glory and the satisfaction of having a finished pair of socks.

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Yarn: Tanis Blue Label in Poppy and Sand

Pattern: Lumberjacks

 

For more Friday knitting check out Creative Friday, and Fiber Arts Friday.

 

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9 responses to “The End Did Come

  • chrisknits

    Yay!!! You won that round of chicken. I am sure all if your tricks did help, I mean, his could they not? LOL

  • Ginny

    I have had that “fear”. That the wool will run out before you get to the end. Not nice. Great socks.

  • kimmery4

    Yarn chicken terrifies me! Well done for finishing and they look great. I am working my through a DK weight sock using Cat Bordhi’s Sweet Tomato Heel from the class I took from her on Wednesday. It is a brilliant technique with no sloppy ssk’s on the left side of my heel–something I hate!
    Happy Saturday…
    xoxoo

  • Timeless1

    Vary familiar feeling. I actually got that little knot in my stomach just reading about it. I once finished a shawl with 2 yards of yarn left. Victory — but at a price! Not much sleep that last week of work…

  • Andrea Morrison

    I love them! I also love how you wrote about it. We’ve all felt it and you expressed it perfectly.

  • ann

    I too have had the anxiety of not knowing if I had enough yarn and squeezing the ball (or what used to be a ball of yarn) to see how much yarn is left seems to be mandatory. Would my fingers ever be able to measure yardage by squeezing – probably not. Your writing is always humorous and right on the mark and I so enjoy it. Congrats on finishing a fab pair of socks – what a finish!

  • ria

    Those look great!! (my yarn scale gets more use near the end of a project than when I start that’s for sure!

  • A Morning Grouch

    But, as I knew it would, the end did come. And there in the grande finale, the only thing that was left for me to do was revel in glory and the satisfaction of having a finished pair of socks. LOVE IT. Those socks are amazing. I want a million pairs.

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