When I said that I wished I was in the middle of half a dozen knitting projects like my daughter always is, she handed me one, saying it was boring. Ten more inches of just knitting, nothing fancy or complicated. I like simple knitting.
I don’t know what I’m making. I thought it was a sweater, but she said not exactly. She was willing to tell me what I’m helping on, but I realized I preferred not to know. There are times when it’s nice to just knit and not worry about what it’s going to be at the end. Especially when the yarn is soft.