I’ve been a procrastinator my whole life. I get everything done, at the last minute. The last time I got things done quickly was the day I was born, my mom almost had me in the car and the whole deal took less than half an hour (of course, maybe my parents were the procrastinators then). Now, there are different types of procrastinors. There are the lazy, half-assed ones; they were late with everything and still failed or just didn’t care. The middle of the road procrastinators; they would procrastinate, would get scared and do everything before it was too late. Then there are the master procrastinators, this is where I am. We live on the edge, laugh at deadlines, yet somehow find the most efficient way of doing things and got A’s for our little effort. Did I tell you that I turned in my Senior Paper a week after it was due (and a week before graduation)? Why work on my paper all semester and stress out when I can write it in one night and have the Proff love it? I heart efficiency.
I’ll admit though, sometimes I was really under pressure and the stress would get to me. In graduate school I swore to change my ways and turned in my thesis paper a month or two before the semester was done. Last month I had this genius plan to start my holiday knitting, but somehow that didn’t happen. Deciding what to knit took a while (and a couple of consultations with my mom) and the yarn took forever to get here. That old stress from college is sneaking up on me.
This mess is some of the yarn that will magically turn into gifts. Right about now I wish I knew that old water into wine trick. A knitting machine would be nice. Or I would love a knitting staff of my own to boss around. Actually looking at it laid out like this, it isn’t going to be that bad. I’m sure I’ll be done in time, though there may be a sacrifice or two (the boy’s sweater). Want to see the world’s most boring progress shot?
This is the first gift I got started on this week. It’s a crap-o-tee for Ms. I-really-want-grandkids. This is at the boring end of the second section, so apparently I’m at the fun part where I get to drop stitches. I can’t believe I got suckered to knit this (aren’t I a year late to ride this wave?). The bf picked out the color (oceanos from handpaintedyarns) and I really hope the color breaks up a little more after there are some ladders in there.
You know what? I was wrong, this is the world’s most boring progess shot. In a totally selfish move I cast on some thigh-highs for me. Actually, that’s the start of a sleeve for the old Hourglass (yet another bandwagon I’m jumping on). What can I say, it’s getting cold and I need a sweater. I figure I could knit the sleeves while watching TV and work on Clapotis all the other time. Also, since I’m messing with the gauge all I have to rip is one sleeve if I totally hate it.