I'm participating in the Ravellenic Games this year. (For those of you, Mom, who don't know what that is: basically, you knit while watching the Olympics, and you set some goal to achieve by the time the Olympics is over. Stuff you knit while not watching the Olympics doesn't count, I think.) I've never done it before, but I figure it's a good way to motivate myself to tackle some WIPs that have been languishing for a while. My plan is to tackle several of the sweaters that I've almost-finished and then found some excuse to abandon.
First-up will be Husband's sweater, which has given me no end of trouble and at this point I kind of just want to be done with it dangit! I've got to frog the yoke, reattach the sleeves (counting correctly this time--this might involve math? or at least finding my calculation notes, which may or may not be in the actual project bag), reknit the yoke correctly, and knit the collar. Getting the knitting done is all I'm worried about for the moment. I will not pressure myself into sewing on a zipper during the actual event, as I've never done it before and will probably need to make several attempts before I get it right.
Then I will finish the Minimalist Cardigan, which I apparently started three years ago and stopped working on at least two years ago, due to the need for one more skein of yarn. I acquired the necessary skein during or before February 2011, so I have no excuse, and should probably get on this one. If this fall is anything like the last two falls, I will find myself walking from the car in to my church thinking "I really wish I were wearing that Minimalist Cardigan right now. I should finish it so I can wear it." Except this time I want to be thinking "I'm really glad I finished this Minimalist Cardigan. It's perfect for today and makes my whole outfit (and life, really) feel complete." Or something like that.
At some point in there, I'd also like to work on Henry, who has been patiently waiting for me to finish casting him off since about mid-2009. Yes, I said finish casting off. I started the cast-off (which is this complicated hand-sewn dance, not a regular two-knitting-needle cast-off) and ran out of yarn. So I took apart the swatch I'd made to salvage the yarn from that, but it's badly in need of straightening out because it's so kinky -- even though I frogged the swatch probably 3 years ago. I've just never gotten it wet and let it hang to dry. So there sits Henry, hanging out of my "current knitting projects" basket next to the couch, and I feel a mild pang of guilt (very mild--I'm pretty inured to it now) every time I see him, which is about 10 times a day. There is no excuse for this nonsense. He's a very very nice cashmere scarf. Someone I love would really like to wear him.
I've got a couple of other things I might work on as Ravellenic projects, but I don't want to be overly ambitious. I'll also be traveling for a good chunk of the time that the Olympics are happening, so while there will be some significant airplane time (I'm flying from Boston to SFO and back, but knitting-while-on-a-plane-not-watching-the-Olympics might not count anyhow), I will be relatively limited in the space-and-weight-while-flying factor, as well as the doing-stuff-while-I'm-in-California factor. There's a wedding in there, and I don't think I will earn any friendship points if I dash out early to go watch TV and knit.
Still, if I accomplish much on the two sweaters and get Henry done, I will then tackle the Labyrinth Rug and see if I can't finish that off, too, as it's tremendously close to the end and Husband was just commenting the other day on how he'd really like it, you know, not tangled-up in an awkward spot in the living room anymore. My first post on it is from way back in 2008, and even then I felt like I'd been working on it for a long time. Enough is enough.