Of the many projects on my fiber platter, one is almost as tedious as the endless striped scarf.
It seems like an endless 32 piece monstrosity that has consumed my life with rips and words and calculations.
I go back and forth with the project, loving it, then hating it, then wishing it were over, then marvelling at the cleverness of it all. (Or, as Peter Pan once said “Oh, the cleverness of me!”)
And all I can do at this point is hold my breath and knit onward.