Too close to being a finished mitten.
Too far from the cast on.
For what, you ask?
To rip it, of course.
Over the weekend, I pulled out this single mitten, which has been languishing lo these two years, and I gave it a thumb, which was all it was missing.
But I’m not going to make the second one.
This was some of my first attempt at stranded knitting. And in retrospect, I should have started the whole thing over, going up a needle size. It’s a wonky mitten. It’s really uneven. And it’s too narrow for a grownup hand and too long for a kid’s hand.
And I don’t think I could make a second one quite as wonky as first.
And so I hereby give myself permission to knit a single mitten and be done with it.
Totally allowed. I mean, I don’t know what one does with a single finished mitten that won’t fit anyone, but who cares?
This year is the first time I’ve really done that–cut myself a break and decided that not everything started needs to become a finished object.
It’s a relief. Because once you get rid of the projects that just aren’t doing it for you, you have more room to make things that will do it for you.
Feels like a win. Even though, ultimately, this was a loss.
Happy Knitting, Friends!