Nope. Still not a knitting blog...

Regularly, someone asks me why I don't write more about my knitting.

By "someone" I don't mean to imply I am deluged with emails imploring me to write about knitting. By "someone" I just mean Bells. But she is quite persistent.

And while I'm pretty sure I've said it before, and maybe even before that, it's because this is supposed to be a fun place, where we forget about our problems, big and small. Who needs more reminders of the tragedies in life, right? Especially in these trying times.

Also? It is actually very, very hard to be a knitting blogger.

First, you have to actually finish something:

Icarus. 

(Here's the ravelry link for the knitters out there.)

Three whole years in the works. Not because it was so hard, per se, but more that I suffered from a bit of a motivational issue: I mean... Shawl!? C'mon.

I am not a granny:



I do not really like know how to accessorize:



So, see? No real motivation to finish. What was I gonna do with it, after all? Still, when I noticed I had put it down last summer ONE MERE ROW from finishing, I thought, Hm... You know, Mad Mad... A lot about knitting doesn't always make sense. Why start now?

Also? It beat playing with my at-home sick kid. And so I up and finished it while he watched TV.

But even after that not-inconsiderable hurdle of finishing, you still have to find willing models to show off your work.



Hm. Guess not there.

Or here, really:



Then you have to chase them all over the house, yelling, "Are you freaking CRAZY, Mutt?! That is SILK! Give it back right now!"

Then, once you give up on finding any cooperation whatsoever, and try to just pose it on your furniture...

...THAT'S when they decide to "help."



So see? It's very hard. Still, I really like Bells. So I put in the extra effort, despite all these hardships.

I went for the classic "shawl thrown over yard bushes" pose.

It always looks a little easy on those knitting blogs.

But the reality was far different. There were bees, and thorny things that kept catching on the thread...

It ended up something more like this:




And then there was a mad rush to untangle it all before the neighbors got home from work and wondered just what the heck that loony is doing out there NOW?

Then, you have to give it a bath....



and lay it out on your blocking table in the attic, just so...





and wait for it to dry...

Feel guilty that this entire time, your sick son has been twiddling his thumbs, and that a good mom would at least use the time to recount the myth of Icarus and Daedalus to him.

Realize in hindsight that a good mom probably wouldn't end the story with "See? And that's why you should listen to your parents. Otherwise you'll die."

Convince said son the next morning to take a picture of you by bribing him with the heretofore forbidden Nachos school lunch, even though you are a vegetarian. Except when you really need a burger. Or decide that maybe we should have some fish, and can't remember what kind has mercury in it. Or sometimes chicken. But absolutely NEVER school lunch meat. (Unless you need a shot of your Icarus, apparently.)

Cope with fact Boy thinks it's really funny to take many pics of your butt instead.



Engage in much yelling and screaming, while neighbors wonder, "What is that loony doing out there now?!

Finally get two blurry, icky pics by reminding Boy about the Nachos. Also, the Icarus-and-not-listening-to-your-parents thing.





So.

It's not so much that I don't want to write about my knitting. It's just that it's really, really, really hard.

Still, though, I do need a lightweight, long project for some upcoming travel I have planned.

And I think I've taken some steps to make things go a little smoother, like farming out some of the work to make things go more quickly.





Or maybe not...

Ay!

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The folks over at humor-blogsknow how to wear THEIR shawls, I bet.