The Pride of Accomplishment

I swear that a finished cabled sweater would not make me happier than this does:

From the mess I showed you yesterday, I now have two marginally ugly washcloths, and that makes me super happy. (Sorry, Ni Hao Kai Lan is rather popular in our house right now.) There is nothing cooler than taking a mess of crap someone else would have thrown away, and making something useful. I will be honest and confess that I threw out a hand full of scraps that were about 6 inches long. What with tying on and off, that would make about 4 stitches. I may be crazy, but I'm not that crazy. I don't even have a pic of the first one I finished because my sister was visiting and stated some interest in it, so I bound off and threw it to her. "Sew in the ends and it's yours." Heck yeah, that's how we do it around here. Give it away as fast as we can. Frankly I think all that wonderful yarn my husband bought me for Christmas was a bribe to get me to keep some of the things I knit. There's something wrong with me that I just can't hold on to the stuff, and hubby cannot believe I put so much time into my knitting and then hand it out like penny candy. All I can say is there's just something great about people using and appreciating items you made yourself. (I don't think he minds me giving away ugly washcloths however.) So, all that remains of the mess is this:


Three colors that do not remotely go together, and might not make a whole washcloth between them anyway. So (I will repeat this until it is burned into my brain.) it is totally nuts to go buy yarn to complete a project that was conceived to use up yarn. Completely batty. I'm not that wacko. Really. I'm not.

Really.