I'm doing a test knit, and I'm at that peculiar place where I am positive I will never, ever finish and equally positive that I'm nearly there.
It doesn't help that this keeps happening:
That one was from last night. I zoned out of the sleeve, knitting happily until I realized that I'd increased enough stitches that I should have added a pattern repeat to each side.
Over twenty rows prior.
This was nothing compared to when I misread the instructions and knit the back from the hem to the armholes in the wrong size. Once the horror had mostly passed, I calculated how many stitches I ripped out: 10,110. A tiny piece of my heart crumbled to ash.
"Flow with whatever may happen and let your mind be free. Stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing. This is the ultimate."
I'm trying to stay centered, but I'm only marginally successful.
Yesterday after work I bought this:
Someday soon... maybe.