The Fine Art of Procrastination

I signed on to do the Yarn Harlot's Knitting Olympics. I committed to doing the Vancouver 2010 Dale of Norway sweater for Connor (my 12 year old). I cast on when the torch was lit, I worked on the ribbing until I could knit no more that night. Saturday morning I got up nice and early to work on the piece a bit before heading out to the barn for the delivery of a new horse we're trying out for Riley (my 14 year old). And that's when the wheels came off of the knitting wagon.

So far I'm only 6 inches into the project. I see endless rows before me and I'm feeling my Olympic dreams slipping away! Perhaps I should follow in the footsteps of the Joyless Knitter and put myself on a schedule? Not only will I not accomplish finishing the Olympic sweater, at this rate I won't even win a medal for the messiest house.

I find myself cleaning rather than knitting. I feel like I'm back in University cleaning out closets and cupboards rather than writing that stinkin' English paper. My house was never so organized and tidy.

Here's what I've learned in this process. Never buy a horse when you've committed to knitting your twelve year old a sweater before the torch goes out on the Olympics. Committing to such a thing will mean that my house will be the cleanest it's ever been (is it a bad sign that I'd rather clean out my pantry and begin patching walls rather than knit?) and my family will be eating a home-cooked meal every single night. At least until the sweater's finished. I'm not sure what this says about me but it can't be good.