Bad things happen when you actually start to think about deadlines. Sure, we've all had them, for knitting or otherwise. Sure, they're sometimes a good thing. But it's nice when you can take your time with a project as well.
The latter was my first approch to Crazy Cable Blanket. You know, this one:
This was mostly to preserve my sanity. Imagine setting a deadline on that sucker...at best, it would have been so far into the future it'd been useless. Anyway, a week or so ago, I sat down and calculated around how much I needed to knit if I wanted to get it done by next Hanukkah (which is in the middle of December this year). A rough estimate concluded that if I knit 4 rows a day, I can get it done by November (which would maybe give me time to smack a border on it. Because all this time-sink of a blanket needs is more work done to it).
Four rows a day? How hard is that?
Well, pretty hard, actually. For starters, there are some days I'm just not really home until late, and I have to go to work the next morning, so forget about staying up to work on it. Despite what I did yesterday, it's not really a good project to bring to a bar, nor to travel with in general. Some days, I just have other crap to do, or I just don't want to sit down for an hour and a half and knit, or I get distracted by other things (like now). Despite this, I'm sticking to my goal of four rows a day, even if in reality it's more like 14 to 16 rows a week (about 2.29 rows a day) This is because this is the most I've worked on it, and even if I don't quite make my deadline of Hanukkah, I'm at least making visible progress. Also, I really don't want to be talking about it a year from now.
Of course, attempting to speed things up a bit has it drawbacks. Like noticing almost 75 rows later that you did this:
...and, even worse, this:
It figures. Not only did I mis-cross the easiest cable in the blanket, I noticed it way after I did it. Not like I'm going to frog half the blanket to fix it, so I'm pretty much stuck with this visible emblem of my stupidity. Well...I did search for a way to fix it, and there happens to be another way. However, I'm not so sure I want to try cutting just the right piece of yarn to re-cross the cables. Knowing me, I'll cut the wrong piece and ruin a year's worth of work. A pre-teen won't care about a stupid mis-crossed cable and I'm just being anal, right?
P.S.: By the way, there should be no more interruptions in my life of the unplanned, life-taking-over, variety...at least for now. That doesn't exclude laziness in posting, so I'll ask you to forgive me now for infrequent updates.