To Kitchener is to Hate

For me, the kitchener stitch is like child birth (or at least what I think child birth would be like). You have to do this thing. This painful thing. This thing you need to psyche yourself up to do. All the work getting to the point of doing this thing, not bad at all. Sometimes fun, some times tedious, but over all, not bad. But this thing, you have it looming at the end of your project. This big ominous cloud of angst. You to watch videos, repeatedly, and read instructions and articles to make sure you know what you are doing. You repeat a mantra in your head over and over (knit, slip, purl, purl, slip, knit or breathe, breathe, breathe). If you are extremely anxious, you might even watch a video while doing it, to make sure you are doing it right. But, you NEVER look while it is happening. Some things need not be seen. During the entire process you SWEAR you are never going to do it again. The is the very last time. NEVER AGAIN. But, once you are done, you take a deep breath and admire your handiwork. You can feel a sense of accomplishment. You can know that the process TOTALLY SUCKS, but the result, pretty damn neat.



Unfortunately, and to extend this lame metaphor, I am kitchenering "twins." I still have one more sock in the works, Argh!