I was re-reading the Yarn Harlot's archives last week, and this morning I had an epiphany. I don't take joy in my knits. I'm always finding some little thing wrong with them instead. Self-evaluation is a very useful skill. It lets us learn from our mistakes. But I let it come between me and my feelings of accomplishment and pleasure in a job well done. Stephanie enjoys what she produces. It puts her in awe, thrills her, and she wants to share that joy with everyone (even the muggles).
So I hereby pledge to learn to take joy in my knits. I know I will continue to see their faults, but I aim to accept those faults. I'm going to love my knits.
To that end, there's a picture of me wearing the Halcyon Aran on Flickr. (Blogger won't let me post pictures right now.) I've worn it today and it is just perfect for walking the dog. It keeps me warm, yet ventilated. I find nothing beats a wool sweater for outdoor exercise.
Also, I've spent the afternoon and evening falling in love with a simple scarf knit in Noro Silk Garden. In fact, I'm writing now, since my hand hurts because I knit too much. But I love the feel of the yarn, it's soft and keeps you away with the odd poke of vegetation. The colors are doing things I didn't expect them too, but because I'm using only one colorway, I'm trusting the magic of the yarn to make it work.
My knits aren't bad, they're just misunderstood.