finishing projects

I have been busy! Busy tying up a lot of loose ends, well, maybe more like sewing in a lot of loose ends. My least favorite part of projects has always been the finishing. I hated sewing in all those loose ends. This week, I actually enjoyed it. I had a nice little pile and it felt really good to see what I had accomplished. It was good for my soul to see the finished product, instead of a stack reminding me of my procrastination. Maybe it is worth it to finish a bunch at once. I seem to have forgotten the mistakes I saw in the projects, the portions my tension may have loosened or tightened, I couldn’t recognize them as quickly. Finally, I could look at my projects as a whole finished work of art, rather than seeing my flaws. I sometimes wonder if our own flaws distract us from closer relationship with God and others, and if we could just step back and appreciate the whole image and be thankful for what we have. I have been very focused on my foot this past week, as it has caused me a great deal of pain. Now, I want to rest in the assurance of how far I’ve come this summer, instead of comparing to where I’ve been. Not an easy task. For now I will enjoy my stack of finished knitting, and appreciate that it’s not my hands that are hurting, just my foot.

the finished projects

a couple of my favorite visitors while in the hospital…boy did I miss my kids those few days.

Finally finished hoodie for Eli

My mom’s doll outfit she has been asking for

the blanket in the background I’ve been working on….I just love the yarn, it was wonderful to work with

Procrastinating???? Or maybe just lazy.

I am almost done with another baby hat, well, maybe.  I just need to measure to make sure I am ready to decrease, but that would require some sort of measuring device.  One of my many, many measuring tapes would work, if I could remember where I left one.  I did ask for my daughters help, but after one reach into one of my many bottomless knitting bags she suggested I look for it myself and offered to hand me the bag.  Something must have distracted us because the bag never landed on my lap and here I sit hours later wondering what must have happened.  I suppose I could just get up and look but here I sit writing about it instead.  I think it is time for a nap.