As I ripped out the armhole/neckband on my youngest son's sweater (his Christmas gift) for the fifth time, I decided that it didn't have to be done right away after all. I was so thrilled to be finished with my classes; I couldn't wait to get on with my cleaning and crafting. Now, though, I'm just tired and my head is pounding with a maybe-migraine. (I can't always tell whether it's just a bad headache or a migraine.) I spent the morning running around and cleaning, with the intention of settling in for the rest of the day to crochet. Maybe I should just switch projects. My granddaughters' sweaters are finished except for blocking and buttons. Those patterns were difficult, but the adult sweaters I'm making are insanely complicated, and I can't get the stitch counts to come out right. The shoulders on my middle son's sweater are allegedly finished, but I'm pretty sure his shoulders are wider than the five or fewer inches the sweater's consist of. These patterns are so horribly written, and I can't always tell until I've done row after row, only to have to pull out all that work and redo it. Now I need to figure out a way to broaden the shoulders while preserving the pattern. It's too late -- and I've done too much work -- to start over on something else.
If I didn't have three dogs and three cats staying with me this weekend, I'd pull out my sewing machine and make the pajama bottoms I've planned for my oldest son's gift. I know that all the pets will love the crinkly sound of the pattern paper, so I'm not even going to attempt that today. Maybe I just need a day off of everything. At the very least, I'm setting it all aside until my headache subsides. I really think that a big part of giving a handmade gift is that it be created with love and gentleness. That might sound silly, but if I'm not feeling it, I should probably wait until I am. And I just hope that happens in enough time to finish for Christmas.
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