I am boring the living daylights out of myself with the shawatch.

Now that I have mere inches to go, my Harlot nature is showing. It’s always like this. I like a challenge, and the minute that my knitting nature works out that I’ve won, my interest wanes and I’m starting to think about other yarns. I’m trying to stay focussed on the shawatch, I really am, but now that it’s not playing hard to get …
I’m trying not to repeat history. I love the shawatch, and hours have been spent coercing it. I’ve built our alliance with hard work, determination and gentle entreaties. I’ve adored the fine nature of her fibres, the delicate halo of the yarn. How best to coax it into a delicate shawl, what border? How to attach it? Do I honour her with I-cord? I’ve given her all of the offerings a knitter can give a yarn, just to glean her favour and persuade her to be the best darn shawl shawatch she can be. Finally, after so many hours together, so much graph paper, so many memories….the shawatch has finally relented and loves me as much as I love her. The moment that I realized that she was mine, that she would resist me no longer, that all I needed was to knit to her gracefully (already designed) corner and we could be together forever…

Forgive me.