I'm feeling stymied with my knit projects. I have a fair number of WIPs, but each has something holding it back.
My Veronique is waiting on more yarn, since I ran out.
My Wisp revision is nearly finished but so tedious at this point because of the repetition of a complicated lace pattern.
My sweater-coat design is sucking ass honestly but might look okay on someone less post-partum--so I don't want to work on that either.
The mohair cardi design has turned into a frankenstein of weird freestyle knitting to the point that I don't think I could every write a pattern that anyone else could decipher. I should put it out of its misery--but that's exactly how I felt about Nella, and I'm so glad I didn't quit on her.
Doucement, the hat design, started out with a very wrong yarn choice so I'm reknitting it now, but again, bored with knitting the same thing twice.
And I don't want to work on my husband's new Gamekeeper because it's one thousand degrees outside.
My knititng is starting to feel like Outward Bound--something to be slogged through with the promise that I'll feel glad that I did. Ugh.