Or should I say, the bane of my existence. Currently.
What started off as a therapeutic exercise to use up stored wool that I didn’t want to chuck has just become a burden. Constantly scratching at the back of my mind, “Complete me, complete me. COMPLETE ME. Get off your lazy butt and stop doing important things like playing with your child”.
I’m not even having fun anymore. It’s just getting tedious and slightly out of control now that the giant neon wool has joined the party. I don’t even know how all of this is going to fit together, if at all. My brilliant plan – to crochet all the joins. I’m so funny sometimes.
You’re probably asking why I don’t just leave it and move on. It’s just a friggin’ blanket for heaven’s sake.
I am incapable of leaving a project unfinished. Even if I am hating every minute, things need to be complete so my mind can be at ease. THEN I can get rid of the offending project and move on. Ridiculous, I know.
Wish me luck.
If I haven’t completed this damn thing in the next week I don’t think I can deal with it. I really don’t want an 8 metre scarf.