There are a hundred of these right now, making a nice counterpoint to all the neutral knitting going on. They’re so cheerful! So amazingly technicolored! It’s difficult not to keep a continuous tally of the total, though, to do the quick math to figure out how many I still have left to make, and then go out to buy new yarn for this project, and I’m really trying to avoid rushing it this time. But it’s so hard! For one thing, I love to work on these, love it like crazy! These little squares are really where it’s at in my head right now. And I’m rather in the habit of wanting to git ‘er done. I always want to keep counting them, and planning and arranging and calculating.
But that’s not what I’m trying to do here. I am in no hurry. I don’t need any more blankets. Nobody around here is cold. I want these little squares to last me all winter, to gather colorfully in a basket beside my chair where I can quietly, and without any rushing, make one or two now and then, as my whims dictate--my whims are accustomed to cranking out as many as possible in a mad-dash effort to the finish line—to actually deplete the large store of teeny balls of worsted I have accumulated, and to have, eventually, eventually, something to show for it in the end, something lovely, thoughtfully and restfully made. Not right now, but eventually.