My whole “knit for the bereaved” project isn’t going so well. My expectations are too high — socks + two shawls — and I want every aspect of them to be perfect: color, yarn, fit, pattern, etc.
I’m thinking it might be too much. Considering the project that needs my perfectionist crazy energy is something with words, not wool.
This was much more of a process knit, I’ve come to realize. I’m glad I tried out the toe-up gusset heel, but I don’t know if I’ll keep the sock or frog it and try something else with the yarn. The colors are lovely.
I don’t not knit for others because I’m a selfish cow (that’s only part of it), but because the pressure is just too much sometimes. If I mess up something for myself: who cares? But for someone else? I’ve got enough pressure already, and knitting is supposed to be relaxing and fun.
Good intentions or not, I think I’ll just make a donation and leave the knitting for something that doesn’t freak me out and make me crazy.