Nearing the End
There is still the edging, which could take me the month of December to finish.
But I'm nearing the end. Poignant. I have enjoyed the project. I look forward to picking up the needles each evening. As I finish a pattern row, I pick up the chart to see what's next(sometimes I read ahead!). I read the next row(s) in anticipation: will this be a fun row, or will I have to focus, to concentrate? There have been many of each in this pattern, and as I count down to the last few rows, I know I will miss this project when it is done.
Yes, we work to have a finished object.
But we also work to enjoy the process. I am at the exciting part of nearly seeing if it all worked out, whether I made egregious errors in the lace, and if the wool/needles/pattern combination was the right choice after all.
But I'm also starting to regret the finishing. It's been a fun knit. Will the next be one too? What's next?
I need to spin yarn for the next shawl, and I haven't the parameters decided yet: wool (I have some nice Polwarth)? Wool blended with angora (just purchased from Rovings)? Silk? Thick for a throw or blanket? Thin for a shawl?
Then: which pattern? I want to do Frost Flowers from GOL. I also gave away Fir Cone (see here and here), from Folk Shawls, and I liked the knitting of that. I do intend to knit it again but in handspun, because I was a little sorry about the yarn choice (too flat, not enough life to the yarn).
Time at the spinning wheel will sort out the answers to the next project conundrum. As soon as I pick a fiber, the rest will fall into place, as I plan and spin.
But still, nearing the end of a good project is a little like sending a child off to college: I want it, I expect it, I've worked toward it, I anticipate the benefits, but it's sad all the same. I want time to slow down, so I can enjoy the last moments longer. Nothing will ever be the same, the experience is gone, behind me, no matter how I try to reproduce it, the time has passed.
Poignant, and uncertain, time for a new plan, while the old one wraps up. I don't want to miss a minute of the next few rows, but I also wait in eager anticipation: what will the next one be?
And to think: just a year ago now, I was planning to knit lace for the very first time. What a difference a year makes!