There's a lot of learning/personal growth happening here, I tell you. See, I'm learning that how I hold the thread is like a metaphor for life. I can't grip it all tightly--it'll kill my hands and I'll run out of steam after two minutes. No, I must loosely weave the yarn through my fingers and gently guide them around the needles. I must breathe deeply at regular intervals. And I'm getting the hang of how to handle this yarn.
My inner child wants to throw a tantrum in the worst way! But I'm trying to be all zen-like about it...I know that anger and despair are not going to help me actually complete this project. Later this morning I'll be making the executive decision of exactly how many stitches I'm going to rip out. Because I'm not quitting. I will not be defeated by this string and these silly pattern repeats. If I go missing from this space for a while, just know that I'm with the alpaca...
And every time I say alpaca, I think of this.
It is so on!