Today I had a wonderful time learning how to knit 8 very, very short rows of lace. The lace will be the edging of a lovely spidery looking neck scarf. Knowing how things go with me, tonight I decided to knit another 8 rows to cement the new knowledge and create muscle memory. The first row went very well so I merrily started another, and as so often happens to all crafters, I made a mistake. I thought I had corrected it so I knit on. By the fourth row, I knew I had not corrected anything; instead I had simply made it worse and far more obvious.
I stared at it for while; there was no "gift" except the experience in knitting and the experience I will gain by re-knitting everything. Ah well,so things go. Tomorrow is a new day, albeit a busy one, and I will start this project again.
Which brings up another point. How many projects do I now have "in progress"? I don't even know. At least I can count the number of knitting projects I've started (I will include the one I tore out completely today) - a grand total of 2 sweaters, one pair of mittens, and a lace scarf.
The number of quilts I have started that I do plan to finish? I have no idea. Suffice it to say, a lot.
Then there are the paintings. Those are probably quantifiable, but I'm not sure of the number. Let's just say 7 more or less.
And you know what? It doesn't bother me. Oh maybe a little when I look around and feel momentarily overwhelmed, but it doesn't last. This is one of those things with which I have an made an uneasy truce. My explanation is that creativity isn't static; it keeps moving, searching, growing. We are all constantly enticed by new ideas, new ways to do things, a new technique to master, a new craft to be mastered, a new representation of the pictures in our minds, and so much more.
It's the way it is, it's the way I am.