Casting on for a new project promises both excitement and intimidation. My mind is always filled with visions of the FO, complete with me wearing it in public and modestly accepting admiring glances. And then the real work sets in: the continuous knit, knit, knit, knit, knit. with the occasional knit, purl, knit, purl thrown in, and then on those special occasions you get k2tog, yo, or ssk. When I was a new knitter, I would become discouraged by the monotony of the middle of the project–the newness had worn off, but I still could not see the light at the end of the tunnel. Inevitably I would become bored (read: giant stockinette stitch blanket) or frustrated by complications or mistakes and shove my WIP in a corner where it would haunt me for months. As I have progressed to the near-intermediate level, I have learned to enjoy the process of knitting itself and the importance of multiple WIPs so those moments of frustration can be soothed with a simple sock or a new stitch until I am ready to do battle with the offending WIP.
