Apparently, I have my own definition of the word "triumph." I also seem to see the word "victory" somewhat differently than most. Don't even get me started on how I use "crowning achievement..."
I meant to blog last night. I was actually rather excited about it. It's been a while since I finished anything of a knitted nature and I looked forward to presenting the blogging community with my recent triumph.
See that? I called it a triumph.
The fact that it was only a single sock meant nothing to me. I crowed over what I was soon to accomplish as if it was the greatest victory ever claimed by a mere mortal.
And there it is. Victory.
I didn't dwell upon my having started this sock before Christmas. Or how it sat unworked for months. And then, once picked up again, still took weeks to get near the finish line. This single piece of footwear was nothing short of the crowning achievement in my long knitting career.
That's the last one. Crowning achievement. For a sock...
But when push came to shove, I didn't finish those last few rounds. I was so close. The toe was doing that thing that toes do and it would take nothing for me to close the deal. Still...I set it aside. It was almost like I wanted to fail, for crying out loud!
This left me with nothing bloggable. Not a thing. I didn't even have a good cat story to tell. I let the blog sit untouched, much like the poor sock. I was not the victor.
Today, I finished the sock. I grafted those last few stitches and gazed in wide eyed wonder at that which I had wrought.
The word "victory" was used several times. Shamelessly.
Yes, a single and simple sock is now the yardstick by which I measure greatness. You'd have thought I cured the common cold or figured out a way to get that weird aftertaste out of Parmesan cheese. I probably should be working on my understanding of the word "delusional," but I don't see it happening any time soon.
First I want to knit the ribbing on the second sock. That will probably cause me to redefine how we use the words "epic journey."