I enjoyed a leisurely morning. That's the official version. It sounds much better than the truth, which is that I wasted the best part of the day. At least, it appears that way at first glance.
I was out late last night; I slept until almost nine, spent a couple of hours online, took my dog out to do his business, made a pot of French press, buttered a piece of raisin toast for breakfast. Then I decide join in an Noble Knits online knitting party which started today and runs through Sunday (click HERE) - the perfect opportunity to finish the slouchy hipster hat I started several days ago. This is what it looked like at noon.
|Just beginning the decrease to create the crown of the cap.|
This is what it looked like less than two hours later.
|A ball of yarn and some knitting needles.|
No, the pictures aren't reversed. Shortly after I made the switch from the circular needles to the double pointed needles, I goofed up and dropped several stitches and couldn't get them back on properly. Frustrated, I finally gave up and ripped the whole thing apart.
It seems like I have spent a lot of hours that way the past couple of years, especially since I started writing fiction: attempting to create something beautiful, and having nothing to show for my time in the end. At least, that's one way of looking at it. The fact is that I have profited in intangible ways. Each failed attempt is a stepping stone on the path to eventual success. Someday, I will wear a colorful sweater I have knitted myself; someday, I will sign my name on the title page of my newly-published novel. But someday is not a pipe dream; it is a reality I can see, the consummation of many ordinary days like today.
Live. Learn. Fail. Succeed.