And no, I'm not talking about the one from this post.
I mean I went stash diving, found a completely different pattern, and had at it.
I really wanted to have it done by the end of the year, just as a last hurrah.
So I did it.
Finished it yesterday, in fact.
And as I was blocking it out, I stood back and felt... confused.
And vaguely disappointed.
I didn't understand this shawl.
Not how it came together. That was easy.
But what was the point of this shawl?
I didn't have an event to wear it to.
I didn't have an outfit in mind for it.
It wasn't a pattern that I had been dying to try or yarn that I was itching to play with.
Sure, I had an arbitrary deadline, but it wasn't something I was super committed to.
It was, for me, a pointless exercise compared to my usual methods of creation.
I just needed something to make, so I made.
Sitting down to write this all out, it occurs to me that maybe pointlessness was the point.
For once, it was the act of creation, not the finished object, that I needed.
So what am I going to do with it now? Well, I happily let it go into the arms of my spouse, who fell in love with it as I was knitting it. They didn't know I was giving it to them and the smile they had when I handed it over made my heart melt.
And you know what? That was a pretty good way to end the year.
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