Poor Mr. Square. Begun when? last winter? Dunno, but he's lived in my yarn closet for a good long while. And all because of my aversion to dpns. I whipped up his body, stalled on his arms and legs (eek! the dpns!), and then, fickle Jezebel that I am, moved my affections elsewhere.
But he's haunted me. Every time I open the yarn closet door, I hear his voice saying, Hey, Ms. Love 'Em and Leave 'Em, remember me? Why should I have to suffer because of your avoidance issues? When are you gonna suck it up and commit? Usually I just act like the cool kid in high school and ignore him, because I really am all thumbs when it comes to dpns. I never know how to hold them, and they're always falling out and rolling under the couch. And then there's that whole laddering issue, which makes me death grip half the stitches. Using them is like when I flunked football in eighth grade gym class; it's probably hilarious to watch, but absolutely mortifying when you're the gal who has no idea what a tight end does.
A couple of weeks ago I was rooting around in the stash for the yarn I'm using for my Flower Basket shawl. And, sure enough, once again Mr. Square started in with the psychobabble. But this time I surprised both of us when I conceded he has a point. He's this close to being finished. And he's cute - in a bad boy kinda way - with those black and white stripes. Maybe it was time to move our relationship to the next level.