Dear Cross Stitch,
No, I have not abandoned you. Just put you down for a while. Remember how I was getting stressed, about if I finished two pokemon every week, I’d have the damn thing done in 2 years? And how I might finish the OUAT sampler this year, if, y’know, I actually WORKED on it? That’s not how we roll. With you, it has to be about the journey, not the destination. When I’ve finished this sock, to get the case of finish-itus out of my system, we can catch up. Just let me have this love-child with knitting. It’s different, not a replacement.
On a similar note:
Yes, I know that I’ve been working on you. This does not give you the right to give me the stink-eye all the time while I’m with maths. I’ve told you before- that’s my job. It gives me the money to spend of treats for you like lovely new needles, and more yarn. Yes, most of the time I appreciate math’s intrinsic beauty, and strength. That does not mean I want to replace you with it, although, if you keep making me work on you, and go wrong, I’ll start considering it. I’ve reached the heel in the sock, moaning about it will not make it go away, just land you and I’ll go back to Cross Stitch, and we’ll lose this love-child of ours. So man-up, and stop throwing my row count off. Please?
Give it a rest. I happen to like my sleep!