I’m so close to done with this project that I can taste it! I have two more rows of plain knitting, followed by the bind-off row. Then, I have to weave in all the scraggly ends and block the sucker.
I’m hoping with a little luck to finish at least the knitting part this evening. I just have this itch to get the whole thing over and done with. It’s a mixture of excitement and anxiety now, as I hope I did enough right that this mess will look beautiful when I’m all done.
The same emotion is what prompted me to finish reading Mockingjay last night. It was pretty good; all the books were pretty good. I look forward to the movie adaptations of the final two books, mostly to see who will play Finick.
The only problem with finish a knitting project and/or a book (especially a series) is figuring out what to do next. I have shelves brimming with books, more than enough to choose from. I haven’t even read half the books I own, and yet, I have no idea what book to start on next. I don’t even really know what I feel up to reading, just that I do feel like reading.
Same goes for the knitting. I have more than enough projects to work on, but no desire to work on any of them. I want something new and fun. Preferably something bright and vibrant. Not anything too easy, but nothing so complicated that I want to quit after a few rounds.
Oh, what’s a girl to do?