Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire

Today is 1 March. The 2010 Winter Olympics and Knitting Olympics are completed. Finished. Ovah.

And Stacy's Cowl remains suspended at the top of the slope, waiting to complete it's final runs. The final row. The kitchener join.

Seriously, I know if I just stopped, took the time and applied myself I could've done it. (Like posting photos of The Kid's Valentine's, President's Day, Lunar New Year, Black History Month Party, or mailing shit to France AND Marin)

I also know I could've told you all I did it and bullshitted about how, you all (twos of you) would have to wait for final photos. And if those took weeks to post no one would be surprised because i'm infamously slow with things like that.

But then I would be a liar, liar and my pants would be aflame. I don't know maybe it's unethical to me only because it has to do with knitting. Like if I were talking about trying a recipe or finishing a home project... I would lie ... just to get you off my back. But knitting is kind of sacred no?

And I would lie to have that naked knitting man olympian medalion image as if I earned it. I could even buy a naked knitting man t-shirt and get a laugh or two ...

Failure is not complete. And my pants aren't on fire.

My Olympian Status

My Olympian Status is in question right now. I was happy to see that The Yarn Harlot seems to be in similar struggles. Well not happy for her, but it was nice to see that I do not struggle alone. It was also nice to know that Stephanie also is not just knitting non-stop, that she works, travels, socializes and does other annoying things like interface with her family and colleagues when she'd really rather could be knitting.

The thing is Stephanie is doing some kinda crazy Nordic sweater. I've just got a simple cowl. But I am doubting my provisional cast on. I'm doubting my capabilities of dropping and increasing at the same time. I'm not sure if I'll be able to kitchener join where "no one can notice".

Basically I'm paralyzed by fear. Wow that's never happened before!

I was so paralyzed, I picked up a hibernating hat and somehow managed to knit it inside out. But Ms. Pearlcream and HM seemed to have sorted me out.

Also, I'm prep cooking/cleaning for a family party on Sunday, I'm going to Stitches West Market tomorrow and I kinda got this kid person who needs me around and stuff.

See the excuses. My case is so classic I'm boring!

*Sigh.

Anyhow, regardless of how I prioritize it will be done. I AM an Olympian ... I just may not place. Perhaps on Monday my report will be a little like the dutch bobsledding team.

pic from blog.oregonlive.com

The Knitting Olympics... Going for the Gold.

Going for the Gold in the Knitting Olympics is really just going for completion, in a time frame, on something challenging, for your skill set.

See? So simple! ha!

The Yarn Harlot is hosting (there's a version on Ravelry as well that sounds far too ... interactive and social for me) but I like the YH. She's to the point I get it, and it feels approachable.

I love how she even tells you to essentially manage your expectations when selecting a project. See her rule #3:

3. While this is intended to be somewhat difficult (like the Olympics) it is not intended to ruin your life. Don't set yourself up for failure. (Olympic athletes may cry, but they do not whine pitifully, sob and threaten members of their family with pointed sticks because they haven't slept in five days. ) This is intended to (like the Olympics) require some measure of sacrifice, and be difficult, but it should be possible to attain.

Ahh truer words could not have been written.

I have chosen the Destroyed Cowl
I've been wanting to make this pattern I found on Ravelry for quite a while (Thanks HM for putting up w/my Rainman!) and it would be the perfect gift for my girl Zupan. So birds and stones as they say!

I even ordered some fantastic yarn from knitpicks that looks a lovely choice if I may say so myself.

I have yet to officially log it at YH. 'Cause that's, like, committment.

And everyone knows, that's where minivans come from.