I swore I wasn’t going to do it. I wasn’t going to become one of THEM. You know, the knitters who get all stressed out over Christmas knitting and spend the week before December 25th staying up all night and living off caffeine and/or alcohol to finish in time. No, I wasn’t going to be one of them. I had a plan. Knit 2 inches of sweater a day starting in the beginning of November and there would be plenty of time. No problem at all. And I was doing well too, diligently knitting at least the minimum two inches every day, finishing the sweater body on time.
Then it happened. The knitting deities decided I needed to be taken down a notch. I was getting cocky. So cocky I decided I was also going to knit gifts for the Christmas visiting in January, once the sweater was done of course. They hit me with a double whammy. First, they gave me the Monster Cold: a virus so vicious and nasty that for the five days I was off work sick I barely knit a stitch. Then they made me get picky about the increases for the sleeves so I ripped that darn thing out no less than 5 times. The combination of those two evil forces have put me woefully behind and though I am still operating under the delusion that finishing on time is possible, it is going to be tough. And if I don’t finish the sweater before Christmas, my odds of finishing the January gift knitting decrease greatly.
As much as I hate to admit it, I am stressed about it. I feel guilty when I am not knitting and that despite my best intentions haven’t been able to stay up past ten. I am possibly* placing too much importance on getting this done (*read: most definitely since it is the recipient of the sweater who would particularly like me to chill out).