G. Knerd

It’s T-2 days until the wedding, the one for which I’ve been breaking my fingers trying to get the blanket done.

I’m not going to make it.

Really, it’s been a valient effort.  The last few weeks have really been a lesson in what’s possible (and what’s not), what point my fingers will start to ache, how long I’ll knit through the pain before giving up for the day.  It’s also been a reminder of why I tend to avoid knitting with cotton yarn – there’s no stretch, there’s no give, and the pain starts to set in rather a lot more quickly than it would if I were knitting with a nice, squishy merino.

But here we are, less than 100 hours from the big event, and I am throwing in the towel.  I’m still going to finish…eventually.  However, I have it on good authority (okay, from a complete stranger) that I have up to a year after the wedding to deliver the present.  I’ve never heard that before, and I have no idea if it’s “true”, but it’s certainly convenient, and I’m not going to question it too hard.

These next few days are for parties, for festivities, for celebrating love and commitment.  The knitting will get finished…eventually.

Even Monkey Kitty agrees.

This morning, Monkey Kitty crawled up on my lap, wormed through my circular needle, and got comfortable.  Can’t you just hear him saying, “Mommy, give it a rest!  This will still be there after wedding (unless, you know, you leave it out and we become mouth friends…).”