I finished knitting two kimonos for my grandson-in-waiting, and I needed to take a break. I worked on the bookmark, and finished couching this morning.
I love this part. My idea is still fresh in my mind, and I'm satisfied with the translation to paper and pattern. I've couched the cordonnet and can see such potential in this little sketch.
Everything is ripe, waiting for my next attempts. It's like you have a dream that's wonderful and exciting, you can't help but put it into words - a story or a poem. The words never exactly capture your feelings of wonder and excitement, so you have to settle for a pale shadow of your original inspiration.
I know my next steps won't do justice to the graceful flowers in my mind's eye, but I'll do my best. Who knows, I may try again when my skills are more refined.
Most of the time, it's all about the journey. Getting there is all the fun.