I finished two long-waiting knitting projects today. These weren't particularly big projects; one of them was quite small. They had just been sitting for a while.
The smaller project was a steering wheel cover that had been sitting for a few months; I knit it in a week or so at the beginning of July but never quite got around to sewing it onto the steering wheel. (I usually knit at home or during lunchtime at work, and the steering wheel is sort of stuck to the car.)
Today I went down to the car with Jeff before he went out on errands, and he kept me company while I stitched it on. He says it was very nice to drive with, so yay! No good photos yet though; the garage where I stitched it up is dark and less than photogenic. I caught a nice photo in the car after work.
The other project I finished is about 21 months old: a baby blanket for my cousin's first baby. I knew she was having some trouble, so I started a blanket as a sort of prayer that everything would be fine. I would make the blanket, and the baby wouldn't come until it was done, and the blanket would be beautiful, and it would all be right in the end. My faith was unshakable.
Except it wasn't fine. The blanket wasn't finished, and the tiny baby was born too soon. My blanket didn't work. I was stunned.
When I saw my cousin in person, months later, I asked her if she still wanted the blanket, and she said yes. That conversation was more than a year ago, but the blanket is done. It can finally start to give the comfort it was made for.
Lori Melton says:
The blanket is beautiful. She will love it!