Spitting Yarn

Urgh.

A few weeks ago, I was inspired by Attic24′s* lurid and gorgeous hexagon blanket, to make a slightly tamer version for myself using the colours you see below.  I was progressing very nicely until some recently written words came back to haunt me…

I must check that the yarn I am using hasn’t been discontinued as I’m fairly sure I don’t have enough of it.  It would be a major bummer if I found  couldn’t get hold of more

Clearly, my id had a fair idea that the hot fondant pink centres of my throw-in-progress were Jaeger Aqua, a lovely lightweight dk cotton yarn which has been wiped from existence.  Come on, id!  Let’s have a bit more communication with the ego.  This failure of my conscious mind to pick up on the bleatings of my subconscious has resulted in…an ex-throw.

Sigh.

I was progressing very nicely until this little catastrophe set-back.  I don’t want to dwell on the number of hexagons I had already crocheted (so, so many).  Actually, I found myself suprisingly zen about the unravelling.  I feel a little unravelled myself at the moment so, in many ways, it seemed a natural development.

Having completed the disintegration of the throw, I had a rummage in my yarn cabinet, sketched an idea or two and picked up my crochet hook.

So, here we are again.  At the beginning.

: After-thought :

I have never considered myself a patient person, but I think I have steadily undergone the transformation from product knitter/crocheter to a process knitter/crocheter.  I don’t think it is a coincidence that this has occurred at the same time that I have become a mother.  If finishing was my primary goal, I don’t think I would ever pick up a yarn wrangling instrument again.

* If you enjoy colour, do check out Attic24′s blog.  There’s so much colour there it will make your eyes bleed.  In a good way.