I think I’ve been going through a bout of Finishitis, and it feels very strange. It sort of started with the Fireside (or maybe with Husband’s sweater?), and then the Fiddlehead Mittens, but it hit a whole new level last week:
I took the final step for finishing Henry.
Longtime readers will recall that I ran out of yarn for Henry and had to frog the swatch I’d made so I could learn the funky stitch pattern before casting on the four-hundred-some stitches needed to knit the actual scarf. I frogged the swatch but had to soak the yarn to un-kink it, and that’s where I’d gotten stuck. “Oh, I’ll get around to it someday” is something of a motto of mine for many things, and I’ve been “meaning to” soak that bit of yarn for what, three years now?