"If you're going to try, go all the way…”

“…Otherwise, don't even start."

Oh Philly Fans. You find me in a knitting funk. The worst kind of funk. Worse than reading funks. I don’t know why, it just is. Probably because it’s what I’m currently feeling.

I decided that I would use up some of my stash before buying lovely new yarn for lovely new things. And foolishly I began with the wool I most dislike.

This stuff:

It is nylon. It is a stupid pastel that doesn’t lend itself to anything apart from really girly things (and I don’t know anyone really girly). It is quite thin, so you have to do more stitches and knit with it for longer to actually produce anything of any size. Plus it feels yucky in my hands when I work with it.

“Throw it away then!” I hear you say.

Well I can’t. I’m too reticent to throw anything away that could still be useful. And it’s wool, of course it’s useful!

So I don’t want to knit with it, but I have to use it up before I can knit things I actually want to. Hence the funk.

Maybe I should have started by using up some of the nicer wool. Well maybe I should have, but I’m a couple of inches into a stranded chequerboard pattern (which will eventually become a horrific Battenberg hot water bottle cover) and I don’t want to frog it.

Will I even use this when I’m done? Probably but I doubt I’ll like it.

This is a feat of endurance. I might take breaks and knit some other things in between, but I feel like I have to complete this. Just to prove I can. I told myself I would so I will.

Except…I still don’t want to. And so it just sits there and makes me feel bad for procrastinating.

Sigh! What a lot of fuss over nothing.

*Quote from Charles Bukowski