It's hard for me to become truly excited about my garter stitch project, which I'm sure people are tired of hearing about (especially my husband, who gets to hear my complaints of boredom in the evenings). I am finally on the final piece, and if I have a good time with the knitting portion I might finish all of the knitting this weekend.
Then it will be the sewing up, and for once I won't put off that part thinking that I'll do it some other day. This is not a project I want lurking around until I have to do it or explain to my mother-in-law that I haven't managed to finish the three pieces even though the knitting was finished in February.
I was distressed last night when I started the back of the baby jacket that the instructions used row counts. I mean, it is garter stitch. Just tell me if I am knitting 9 inches of the back or 10 before binding off (or whatever is reasonable for a 12 month old baby). Counting the rows disturbs the flow of the knitting, making it harder for me to get into that happily mindless groove I can manage in a project like this.
Working on a project like this, especially as I am nearing the end, makes me fantasize about my next project. Of course, I've got the swatch for the Cobblestone pullover for my husband, and a pair of gloves for myself and a scarf for my father-in-law all waiting for me, but that doesn't stop me from thinking about other things to work on. I'm going to relish the fiddliness of the cables in my gloves and the herringbone stitch that I'd been formerly complaining about in the scarf, and I will even love the garter stitch side panels if it means I can have a bit of stockinette too. I can taste the need for one of these projects on my tongue, so I will spend this evening knitting up a storm and knit instead of read on the train on the way home from work. Quick meals and quicker desserts until it is done, done, done. Because like the 10-ball scarf that was 5 balls too long, I'm am so done with this project.