For now, the castle is shelved. I have dithered over it all weekend, to the point of starting a prototype three times! I took a bunch of pictures this morning - but none of them look like anything. Despite thinking about lace and how different things will (or won’t!) go together, things look…well…childish and as though they were just thrown together - like I didn’t know what I was doing.
Which I don’t :)
I still love the idea and I still want a wool blanket - but perhaps I’ll do the blanket now and save the castle for some other time.
It’s funny how, when you get going on one thing, you loose track of everything else. I haven’t worked on another project in a week and believe me - that’s extraordinary. The last time that happened was with the Meanderthal Shawl back in July which, in contrast to this, actually produced something :)
Ack! Pay no attention to that grumpy knitter behind the curtain. She needs more coffee and a steady diet of small, easy projects for a while :)
Potholders, anyone?
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I am just loving potholders at the moment. Maybe that would be a good way to get your crochet back on too.
It’s good to know when to shelve a project. I tend to soldier on beyond rhyme or reason until I reach the breaking point. Tsk. It explains a few cracks in my sanity. ;-)
its a good thing to know when to let go, Robbyn. Just put down the needles and step away nice and easy, and no body will get hurt… ;).
Just think of yourself like the ducks in the park, all serene above the water, with legs paddling like fury below the surface. Cause we all know its true! Hugs,
Omly - That’s a good idea. I think I’m going to spend a little time this evening looking around the web at patterns :) Thanks!
Opal - I caught it this time. Other times I’ve found myself in the middle of yarn and needles, going nowhere and frustrated to the point of mania before I realized I wasn’t getting anywhere.
I recommend chocolate :)
Natty - So true about the ducks :) The other one I like - which also involves ducks - posits a peaceful scene with ducks floating on the water. A storm goes through blowing hard, whipping the water into a frenzy - but the ducks aren’t disturbed and when it’s over, they are still floating peacefully.
Of course I’ll never have that kind of aplomb, but as you said, a girl can dream!
