Low Resistance
I am not very self-disciplined. I give in to whims a little to easily. It’s something I’ve worked on over the years, and I’m getting better and better. I’ve learned to apply better judgement on when to rein things in, and when it might be OK to indulge a little bit.
Knitting is an indulgence in and of itself, though, isn’t it? Yarn spending has to be kept under control because the budget is tight, and I’m not going to starve my kids, let them wear rags, or let the utilities get shut off because I spent the budget on yarn. But when the yarn is already here, waiting, and it’s just the casting on of something new; well that’s a different story. Right?
I should at least finish the Baby Surprise Jacket and the Quill Lace socks. I’m very excited to have those done, and I work on both almost every day for at least a row or round or two or three. But I’m itching to start a new pair of socks. I printed the pattern, I pulled out the yarn, got the needles and put it all into a bag together. But I’m resisting the cast on, at least as long as I can stand it.
Perhaps I should take bets on how long I make it. I just wouldn’t have anything to offer the winner - except the right to have a laugh at my weakness!
