A new relationship can be a tricky thing. There is always so much worry and fuss over saying the wrong thing or making a bad impression, or the sinking feeling that you know the other party will do or say something soon that isn't going to sit well with you and it'll be done. But along with the anxiety, comes a sweet fulfillment in the ones that go the right way. And, once in awhile, comes along a real gem; one that you know will survive thick and thin and will always be worth the time and the care and the effort it takes to really cultivate love.
Then you get the honeymoon. That sweet phase where almost nothing can go wrong and, if it does, you work through it with a kind of thoughtfulness and bliss truly reserved for the most beautiful of relationships.
And that, my friends, is exactly how I feel about knitting.
This hat? A complete obsession yesterday. I could not put it down. Every time I was forced to (darn kids ;-) I was just itching to get at it again. It is not really a thing of beauty. I didn't know how to finish off the brim because I don't know how to crochet and don't own a crochet hook, so it is just a roll brim. The back seam is not done that well and makes me wish I had forced myself to try it in the round (something I am currently a little scared of). It has a sort of gnomish quality that is cute in a certain way, but makes me think entirely too much of a giant nipple. But none of it matters, because I am still in love.
That is the beauty of the honeymoon.