There’s always a slightly awkward part of these projects where I know it’s going to be lovely (because I knit the swatch and because I can pet the fabric and feel how smushy and cozy it is and because I can tug on it to approximate what it will look like after blocking) but it might not be quite far enough along for you to fully appreciate its charms.
So I find myself singing the praises of something that you could be forgiven for finding, well, let’s just say somewhat underwhelming.
So I worry I sound like a deranged toddler bringing you my latest abomination and asking you to pretend to admire it. Which isn’t a good look for someone who is supposed to pass as an adult.
And yet, here we are. Me, hopelessly smitten. You, understandably reticent. Clearly the only thing to do is keep knitting so you can see what I’m carrying on about.