Ever have a project that just kicks your ass?
This would be one of mine. The hardiest, in fact, having been started, as near as I can figure, early in 1999. It might have been earlier. I know I remember working on it in my apartment out by Fresno State, which I moved into in January of that year. In resurrecting it I’ve run across a bit of cat hair, which suggests that I actively worked on it while still at my parents’ house, which would put it anywhere between 1996 and 1998. It was started, though, after the “train ‘ghan” I mostly made while running back and forth from Fresno to Vallejo on Amtrak in service of a bad relationship. Those trips stopped in April or May, I think, of 1997 so it dates to after that, because that ‘ghan wasn’t quite done at that point.
In any case, it’s somewhere between 8 and 10 years old, and about half done.
Incidentally, this is the one time that I’ve had anybody comment assuming that the yarn I was buying wasn’t for me; one of the ladies at Wal-Mart remarked on how sweet I was to buy yarn for my grandmother. I don’t think she believed me when I told her it was for me, but no matter. I’m the one it’s been following around for the last ten years.
(Note the mad MS Paint skillz. *snicker*)
So I got, oh…maybe half done with making all of these little four-round granny squares and I got bored, right? So I started putting them together. Only problem is that way back when I had no clue what I was doing. As far as I can tell from looking at it, I added a cluster at the join every time I went around a set of joined squares, so the pieces of the thing I’d put together wound up hopelessly distorted. It’s been sitting like that for years. I’m pretty sure I haven’t let it out of the box since I left for Pensacola in late 2000.
I suppose I feel compelled to finish the thing just because I’ve moved it so many times.
Unfortunately, though, that means that I’ve got a lot of frogging to do, because all of those sections that I joined, then tortured? Have to come apart now.
*bangs head on wall*
It’s great for my ego, though. It really is. Because it’s a fabulous demonstration of just how much I’ve grown with this in the last little while. And how cool is that?