No yarn pr0n this week, I promise to make it up to you next week.
I had a bad day at work yesterday, the kind of day where the clock seems to stop moving and you'll just never ever get to go home and have it done with.
When I finally did get home, something happened in the first ten minutes that made me so furious and sad that I started to cry and shake uncontrollably.
It's difficult to explain what upset me so much--I've typed out and erased three explanations now, not wanting to say too much, but not wanting to sound excessively mysterious. I'm failing at both. Let's just say someone I thought was gone from my everyday life is doing his best to come back into it, and there are people calling for me to defend my decision to keep him away. That doesn't really cover it--in fact it kinda sounds like I have a stalker or something, which I don't--but the whole thing is really painful, and the people trying to call me into account over it are saying very hurtful things, and I just want the whole episode to be over, now, and not open for discussion for weeks on end while the angry mob is waiting for me to tell my story with pitchforks and torches in hand.
After I'd talked to some of the not-angry-mob people about this whole affair, I couldn't settle into anything for a while. I didn't want to just lay in bed with my arms around a stuffed animal and cry, but I couldn't concentrate on a book or any of my games. I tried consoling myself with the Knittyboard, which worked for a little while, but I ran out of threads to read.
Out of nowhere, I remembered Norberta. She'd been sitting half-knit in a basket on my floor near the TV for weeks, months, I'm not even sure.
I started to cry again when I messed up first the cast-on then the increases on the first hind leg. I had to start over three times, and that third time, I did throw the needles to the floor in a fit. Here I was trying to calm down, and knitting was only making things worse.
But I had nothing else I wanted to do, so I kept going.
The second hind leg went better. That just left the wings. My redesigned wings are fiddly little things, and I thought I might end up screaming if I didn't get them right the first time, but I did.
Sewing and stuffing went fine-that's when I finally started to breathe normally again, when I stopped thinking about how angry I was and started thinking about the motion of the needle as I sewed, making sure the wings lined up across the spine, getting the shape of the head right when I stitched on the eyes (they're super-glued, too, so no huff about giving a baby something with buttons, please).
I realize now that I made a mistake sewing her up--the arms are folded the wrong way, which makes them much longer and skinnier. But the baby won't know that. If I'm lucky, the baby will wear this dragon ragged with constant love and abuse, overlooking all its tiny flaws...and that, after everything, is what finally calmed me down.
I'm still upset, even now--my problems didn't just evaporate because I finally finished something I'd been meaning to. But balancing that anger with the joy of creating something for someone else, well, I'm so in love with this little dragon right now that I wish I could keep her.
Who wouldn't love this face?



Project Specs:
- Pattern: Knitty's Norberta
- Yarn: KP Crayon in Red and Orange
- Yardage: Less than two balls Red and less than one Orange
- Needles: Size 6
- Gauge: didn't check
- Modifications: Restructured wings as in my first Norberta
Labels: finished, introspection