I am a narcissist. A real one, like textbook real. My narcissism doesn't conform to the textbook definition, as well it shouldn't; personality disorders aren't one size fits all.
So, with an "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" mentality, I do spend considerable time performing mental gymnastics to make said narcissism less, well, narcissistic.
It does make sense. It does.
So Friday and Saturday I had a ferocious need to finish up my first Clothilde. It came out beautiful in the last of my Sundara Sport. I told myself that as soon as this was done I'd finish up the last bit of my Christmas knitting.
This is what happened after I finished washing and blocking the Clothilde:
And I did it with a chuckle, instead of disapprobation.
A woman's gotta knit what a woman's gotta knit.
I think part of my problem is that there is too much blue in my knitting basket. The original Clothilde and the Christmas socks are both blues. I chose the warmly edible hues of Strange Fruit for contrast. I think it worked because sometime yesterday afternoon, I had the urge to put the Clothilde down and take up the Christmas knitting. No longer am I a toe short of one sock as I was in the morning when I took progress shots:
I began the second sock last night and I feel I just may be focused enough to finish it up this week.
My whiny selfishness has been foiled, once again. (Hopefully I won't be eating these words in a day....)