After three months, today's the day that Mystic Waters will be done! Hurray! Hip Hip Hurray!
Hence the question: Is knitting like driving?
Imagine: You're happily cruising down the highway feeling pretty good about things and all of a sudden the fool fuel light comes on in the car. "Shit. How far to the next exit? There better be a gas station there." and next thing you know you're white-knuckling the steering wheel and driving faster and faster, hoping to get there before you run out of gas.
Imagine: You're reaching the end of the last of eight pattern sections of what is probably the most beautiful thing you have ever knit. For almost four months, yards and yards and yards of luxurious yarn has slid through your fingers as your hands dance a complicated routine of yos, ssks and k2togs. The resulting fabric is so lovely and so soft that each row is an absolute pleasure to create. Suddenly, you look down and see that the ball of yarn, the last ball of yarn is dwindling at an alarming rate. There are still five rows to go! Each row gets longer by two stitches! "Shit! That's...that's..." You're so panicked that you can't do the math! Faster and faster you knit! Tighter and tighter you clutch your needles! Shoulders tense! Breathing accelerated! Racing to the end before you run out of yarn.
Scenarios like these only happen to people like you. They couldn't possibly happen to someone like me! Or could they?
This pattern is so beautiful and the zephyr yarn is so soft that I can't wait to be wear this. A lot.
