Does one change the name of the blog when it stops making any sense at all?
I'm not expecting--expectations have been fulfilled. I'm also, let's face it, not knitting.
I don't mean I'm not knitting in the sense that I haven't picked up the needles in ages--I have. I knit almost every day. But I HATE IT.
I'm making a Sheldon, because Sheldons are wonderful, and this Sheldon is going to a very good home indeed, and Sheldons are worth all the trouble really, but oh lordy do I hate making them.
This particular Sheldon is especially difficult because my attention span consists of four minutes here or there during naps between laundry/dishes/all the other millions of things that need to get done, and so when I have a moment to sit down without somebody grabbing at me I grab at Sheldon. And the thing about Sheldon is that the directions, though very clear and specific, are not something you can just sort of wing and pay only a little attention to. I have knit Sheldon's head four times. I'm not even close to being done.
This was a realization that made me pretty sad, I have to say. As those who read the blog pre-baby know, I used to knit a lot. And I liked it a lot. I spent time sitting around thinking about knitting. Now the thought of knitting just makes me weary.
Except. I had what may have been a breakthrough this morning. I found something I really want to knit. In fact, I found something I really want to design. And I want to get started right this minute. (after I finish Sheldon--ugh). Again, design requires concentration and time that I do not have, so I'm not saying anything else here, except--we're not renaming the blog just yet.