I'm knitting a pair of socks. That should come as no surprise to those who know me. But I'm really not loving this sock. Sure, it's pretty. It's a Nancy Bush Estonian lace pattern so it has to be good. But really, I'm bored with them. And I'm not really crazy about the yarn either. Yes; it has two of my favorite colors (purple and green) and it is a fairly popular yarn on Ravelry (with 846 projects and 985 stashes). Jojoland Melody Superwash. It's a superwash wool, so it should be nice to work with, but I just don't like it. It's splitty and the "ball" falls apart as you knit so you end up with these clumps of yarn that you have to stop and wind back onto your ball (which keeps it in order until you use all that up and then another big clump decides to fall off and needs rewinding). I'm not having an enjoyable experience with it. I've repeated the lace pattern (which consists of four rows, two of which are that ever difficult stitch referred to as K in knitting) twenty-six times already and quite frankly I don't really want to do it anymore. But I have to finish. I have to keep going. I have to get to the end.
So just a little while ago I was sitting knitting on these blasted socks and thought to myself, "Self, why are you doing this?" And really (in the memorable words of GIR from Invader Zim) "I dooooon't know!" Perhaps it is a feeling that if I admit that this project is A) boring me B) not enjoyable and C) not promising the best expectations that perhaps I will appear A) ADD B) picky or C) snobby. But none of those are true (well, ok, I can be picky - if not I wouldn't be complaining, right?) Perhaps it has to do with commitments. I committed to this yarn and pattern so therefore I have to sally forth and finish it. It isn't like I need a pair of socks (the gods know that I have plenty of woolly goodness for my feet). It isn't as though I don't have other sock yarn (and other yarn) to knit (the goddesses have blessed me with lovely skeins of lovely yarnage.) It isn't like I don't have other patterns that are more entertaining (I mean I only own five books totally devoted to socks, have 108 patterns in my pdf's on Ravelry (80% socks), 200 patterns favorited in Ravelry (80% socks), 27 sock patterns in Explorer "favorites" that aren't in pdf format, and another 100 patterns in my documents - I may not live long enough to knit all the patterns I that I have loved and these crafty designers keep creating more and more unique patterns.) There is just some urge that tells me to keep on knitting.
Perhaps in my last life I never finished stuff I started. My next life should get a break.