The little engine puffed up the hill, its boiler almost bursting with the effort. "I think I can, I think I can," it repeated to itself as it made its way up the slope. Suddenly it reached the top and saw the down hill run in front of it.
"I knew I could, I knew I could," it sang over and over happily.
That's somewhat I feel like about these socks. I bought the yarn around this time last year and I think the socks were started possibly January or February as back up knitting for in between bigger projects.
I grew to dislike them immensely. I hated the colour and did not realise it would be so bright. I like purples but I've never been much in favour of pink. I hid them in the back of the cupboard with knitting stuff and they would fall out occasionally when I took something out. I sat them where I could see them. That meant I just ignored the pink presence.
The last few nights I've actually taken them out and looked at them. Occasionally I've done a few rows. Then last night I convinced myself to get a move on. I promised myself that I would not start something else till these were finished. There really was not a lot to do before toe decreases started. So last night as I watched the architect George Clarke on the restoration of two ancient towers in Britain, I worked on the socks.
This morning I had a delivery of meat from the Butcherman due between 9-12. I did the decreases,grafted the toe and voilà, I was finished. Look, they are even identical twins. I really don't care particularly if stripes don't match. These do.
I think these will go into the present box, I don't think I could bear to wear them. It's a bit rainy today so possibly tomorrow I'll give them a quick rinse and put them to dry.
I knew I could, I knew I could. Just like the little engine. I just had to do it.