what a difference a day makes.
yesterday I was feeling sloggish and tired of the needles. my 2nd sock was taking an eternity. cotton had robbed me on all my motivation. my mojo was depleted. but then……. I finished the endless sock.
and so began anew.
it was going to be an off white gray sock in my basic plain old pattern but boredom struck after an inch of ribbing. I half heartedly plodded along another 1/2 inch before realizing that I am the boss of my knitting not the other way around. I don’t have to blindly follow I can strike out and change it up.
my mojo is back this is just one evening of knitting. a few more rows and I will insert a yarn for the afterthought and then it is a race to the toe.