that's how much i had left to do of a sweater i zzzzzz'ed in october. yeppers, you read that right. three quarters of a sleeve! why did i stop? well, because i don't like saying good bye to people, places, or things with which i have had many happy hours. (i do this very same exercise with books i love. i will read furiously til the last chapter--which i have usually already read once because i am impatient like that, and it's about the journey, not the destination. then i will read a page or two a day and experience a great emptiness when i finally finish.)
i picked the sweater back up yesterday, and i am binding off in two seconds or so. does prolonging the goodbye make it any less painful?
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