Flying by the Seat of my Pants

I wore Sweet Peas to work on Monday and told a co-worker that I had made it. "Wow" he said, "That's extreme knitting!" I laughed. He doesn't have a clue.

Imagine trying to learn to walk a tightrope for the first time. It's scary because you're trying to do something you've never done before. Even though you understand the theory of the pole and where to place your feet, it's a whole other thing to put it into practice 20 feet above the ground. Now imagine making your first attempt in public. That's how I feel about these socks.

This feels like Fear Factor knitting, a stunt. I wonder if people will be watching and wondering "Can she do it? Will she fall? Will there be pieces to pick up afterwards?"

And yet, I take it a little at a time. When I'm well rested, and it's quiet, I put in a half hour or so and set it aside when I'm getting tired. At this pace, it will be a wonder if I finish before September, but somehow I don't care. I'm satisfied to have made the attempt.

I told Dave that I was going to embroider those complicated curlicues, but I changed my mind. Or not. I can always embellish them some afterwards. I won't know till I get there.

Yes Jo, I'm a masochist. Some how I'm happiest when I'm miserably challenged. At least I've learned to balance it with some simple pleasures.

This, my traveling sock, is my own true love that entertains me an soothes me. A walk in the park compared to the tightrope.


Um, I'm being a little melodramatic here. I wish I had a funny follow up, but I don't. Just be aware, I'm aware.