I'm really knitting here

Hello friends. Are you having a warm holiday filled with friends, family, and all around good cheer? Me neither. But I do feel pretty good about most everything going on right now...except for one major mistake.

I completely miscalculated the amount of time it would take to knit up the garment that is due at a publisher in one week's time. Obviously it should be done by now, with a pattern written up in all the sizes and schematics all done up perfectly. The garment should be blocked and seamed and on it's way to the publisher wrapped in acid-free tissue paper and with delivery confirmation so I can check in online regarding where the package is along it's journey across the country. Then I could sit back and blog all day about my next wonderful project while drinking that thick dark hot chocolate drink Starbucks used to carry before they discontinued it and now it's like it never existed. But no, the garment is not in this stage of completion.

Instead, it's spread out on my couch, in a curly mess that I keep stretching out, safety pinning together and "trying on" in the hopes it resembles the drawing I proposed back in August. The threads are all over the place like unintentional fringe, asking to be woven in.

The math took longer than expected. The knitting is taking longer too. The gauge is smaller than I imagined. I'm using size 5 needles to get the drape just right. The pattern is written because I'm figuring it out as I go. (Yes, I'm taking very good notes)

But I will make it. Because I always do. I WILL make it. Even if it means skipping meals (yeah, right) and racing to FedEx at the last minute, I will make it. It's going to be okay. Really... I just have to go ice my wrists a bit and then knit until I fall asleep on the couch.

But you know what I mean when I say that I wouldn't trade it for anything, right?