The ends of things
Whenever I'm knitting a pair of socks, I finish the first one, and then, for several days, I sulk around and wish I were an amputee. Then I find the will to knit the second.
I have trouble with the ends of things and the nadir in enthusiasm that precedes the beginning of the next thing. I think I'm fairly typical this way. Anticipation is lovely, experie…
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