Have you noticed how "more interesting" so often translates to "Aaaa! How did I ever think I could possibly be capable of THIS???"
But I wanted to learn something new. Like using double pointed needles. Like doing increases and decreases. I wanted to understand arcane invocations like "ssk" and "k2tog" and "pick up one stitch to close the gap."
It is possible I was slightly over-ambitious. But I fumbled through it, with a lot of help from YouTube and Ravelry. I got almost to the end -- I could see the lovely pattern emmerging, I could actually put the thing on my hand and see where the hole for my thumb was and everything. Unfortunately, I could also see all the mistakes. The places where I had created ladders. The uneven sizing. The fact that the glove was just TOO BIG.
I stared at that glove for a long time. I thought about how I was so close to finishing. I asked myself if I could live with those imperfections, knowing I could do better now that I had learned more.
I taught myself another new bit of knitting terminology:
FROGGING: When you undo a bunch of work (or an entire piece). Because you "rip it" and move on.
I started over. I adjusted the pattern to fit my smaller hand. I used what I had learned from the last time. And finally, I ended up with this:
Now I just need to knit the other one. Hopefully before fall!
Over the past few years I've been working on another project. A book. I have frogged it (in part or in full) a frightening number of times. Yesterday I finished my most recent revision, which involved a pretty significant rewrite of the first few chapters. Yet again.
But I don't regret it. Each time I learn something. Each time I get closer to the perfect ur-book in my mind.
And hopefully each time I move on to something more interesting!
(Like maybe this?)