Well, while others try to track down the poem from last post (yeah, good luck with that), I'll take you all back in time to the Green Shawl. When I last posted about it, I was debating which yarn/s to use for the border.
I made a decision. I went with the pale green and a narrow inner border in black.
I didn't like it pretty much from the get-go, but apparently had an out-of body experience. Or maybe I was posessed by aliens. Whichever it was, it was enough to make me knit on beyond sense, common or otherwise. I fell victim to
Rather than face the music, I buried the whole thing deep deep. Maybe I thought marinating it would improve things. It hasn't. I regret the green. Even more, I regret the black. I wish I had gone with the brown.
The problem right now is I just can't bear to frog it. Which is another example of the completely illogical workings of my mind. I have the brown yarn. If I rip back the green and black borders, I'll still have the main body of the shawl done. Ripping and reknitting would be a much quicker route to a finished object than starting something new.
I need to stage an intervention, but until then here I am, knitting away with red.