Go big or go home...

I did not participate in the 2010 Knitting Olympics that ended a few short weeks ago because honestly, I didn't see the point of enduring the stress of that kind of "self-imposed" knitting deadline. I mean, couldn't we knitters just relax, enjoy the spectacle of the Olympics and leave it at that? No???

Instead, Knitting Olympians everywhere pushed themselves to the limit, casted on more challenging projects than ever and worked feverishly for weeks. While Olympic athletes competed, knitters cheered them on--- and strived to complete their knitted projects before the end of the Winter Games in hopes of attaining their own "Knitting Olympic Gold."
Really?

Yes, I completely snubbed the Knitting Olympics. And then...

It started with a baby gift. After the usual length of procrastination and then several false starts on other potential projects for the baby, I finally settled on a drop-shoulder sweater based on a design from the 1940's, Dewey Cabled Pullover.





But commencement of the sweater-knitting was delayed to just a week before the baby shower because I suddenly had an inexplicable desire to "cross the finish line" on the socks I'd started for myself before the shower invitation had arrived:





Nevertheless, I dug deep and was able to complete the socks on Monday and the sweater last Friday--- just in the nick of time. "Goal!...Goal!"
Whew.

Then yesterday, while finalizing travel arrangements for our trip to France, we decided that it would be much better to go for 10 days instead of 6. So of course, I thought to myself... what on earth do I have to wear for those four extra days?
I know. I'll just knit 3 new sweaters and stole:








(Photos: www.kimhargreaves.co.uk)

Right. That's what I'll do.

So this morning... I ordered all the yarn I'll need for every last project. Mind you, all of this knitting needs to be finished before May 15 if it's going to do anyone any good.

I have nothing to say in my own defense except,

I was home alone.

And there was no one here to stop me from becoming a walking, talking, paradox... o_0

The Olympics may be over and done with, but I've finally gained my own "vision for knitted glory"... and I'm going for the Gold.