Complete and utter failure.
As I did hedge in my first post, this project was ambitious but ultimately rubbish.
I blame the human urge to reproduce. If I had not been sidetracked by all of my friends deciding to have babies and require handknit baby blankets, I might have had a fighting chance.
But not likely. My ability to juggle all the adult stuff I'm told I need to do, such as forty hours of work a week, laundry, housekeeping, shopping for groceries, hanging out with friends and family, spending time with Tall Hubby, etc, is appalling. Thank God I'm an introvert. Anyway, my ability to take on an enormous and ambitious knitting project on top of regular daily life was pretty much doomed from the start. Seven months in and I am an inch and finishing up away from a complete set of socks. Oy.
So unless someone knows of 11 sock patterns that I can make on 3 hours per week in 5 months, I'm calling this project failed.
I am completely okay with this. I knew from the start I was flying close to the sun. And now that I am officially failing this, I can move on with my life and blithely keep working on the green leafy baby blanket for Dave and Chelsea.
So anyway, let this blog stand as a testament to high ambitions never to be reached. It may become an extension of my Ravelry page, but I have no idea yet. I intend to keep knitting socks, just not on any timetable. And so it will become a lifetime in handknit socks. Fitting punishment, I think.
