My plan is to keep the basket in plain view to nag me until I get around to it.
I wonder how many new pairs of socks I’ll knit in the meantime.
Monday, February 22, 2010
A Stitch in Time
A couple of weeks ago, a friend proudly remarked that she had done all of her mending over the weekend. Knowing that some of my socks have been in need of attention for more than a couple of years, I was duly impressed. Whenever asked about mending socks, I’ve answered that I’d rather knit a whole new pair than mend an old pair. But ever since hearing about my friend’s virtuosity, those holes and worn areas have haunted me. So today I gathered all the projects needing attention and put them in what I have now designated as my mending basket. Although it doesn’t count as mending, I also included the sweater I finished in January but haven’t sewn together yet. In all, there are nine pairs of socks and one sweater in the basket. (I also need to mend a knitted afghan, but that’s too big to include—either in the basket or in my intentions.)
My plan is to keep the basket in plain view to nag me until I get around to it.
I wonder how many new pairs of socks I’ll knit in the meantime.
My plan is to keep the basket in plain view to nag me until I get around to it.
I wonder how many new pairs of socks I’ll knit in the meantime.
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I think that would completely backfire on me. I would let the stuff sit in there and then just treat the basket like a piece of furniture and soon it would have the mending, a magazine, some recipes, remote controls...
It would backfire on me as well: it would just collect dust, cat fur, school papers, some additional half-knitted projects, and maybe a pencil from one of my kids, just for good measure. Who knows, it would probably prop up a book or pattern while I create something new to stuff in the basket. But I'm not disorganized. (I keep telling myself that in the hopes it'll come true...)
I would just keep adding things to the basket until the basket could hold no more, and then I would move the contents into one of those giant zipper bags that bedding comes in, then shove the bag into a closet and pretend it doesn't exist.
I have one of those baskets. Not that I have gotten to any of it yet, though. I am a hopeless optimist, and still continue to think that I will get to it one of these days.
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