These past 7 months or so I have been a crazy knitting lady. Out of control knitting. I started 13 sweaters, most of which were for me. I finished 9 of them and gave 2 as gifts. Of the remaining finished sweaters, I’ll probably only wear 3 of them, and of those three, I’m only happy with 1. Those numbers aren’t too great, are they? I don’t mind, really. It took all of those ill fitting sweaters to get to where I am now. My last finished sweater fits (this is the one I’m happy with). I haven’t worn it yet, but I look forward to it.
As a recovering perfectionist, this is BIG. I made mistakes. I went into it knowing that I’d make mistakes. There was a time when I wouldn’t try something if I couldn’t do it well – it saddens me to think about all the opportunities I let go by, but that will happen no more. No, I am no longer afraid. In fact, I look forward to new challenges.
Along with my quest to enjoy the process in 2009, I want to explore new mediums. Right now, painting is calling me. I've dabbled here and there, but never really took it seriously. This year, I'd like to take a painting class. I've found a few that just might fit into my schedule. I may totally suck at it and fail miserably, but that's okay. I'm up for the challenge.
