This year, for my mom’s birthday I promised her 6 pairs of socks. One pair every 2 months.
I was ahead of schedule for the first half of the year but now…not so much.
I’m still working on the September/October socks and there are only a few days left in the month.
It’s not because I procrastinated – I had the yarn picked out in the summer. But then I misplaced it.
I grabbed different yarn and started a pair but after making one, decided they were not her colours so I finished them for someone else.
I started a second pair and when I got halfway through the first, I decided she wouldn’t like that yarn either. And besides, they were turning out too big.
After three failed attempts I finally just grabbed some odds and ends of leftovers and cast on from the toe up. I decided I’d knit until I ran out of yarn so that’s what I did and now they’re gonna be ankle socks.
I feel like these socks are a metaphor for life right now. Grand plans and lofty goals have fallen to make way for the odds and ends of getting by.
Since school started again, and our schedule includes some working from home, some working from work, and no safe (enough) option for using public transit, my time is chopped up into bits and pieces.
I fold laundry while on a phone call for work. I manage the work social media in my off hours. I stuff a turkey while attending a virtual conference. I carve out time in my evenings to finish the work I couldn’t cram into the day. I squeeze a shower into a 15 minute break between video meetings.
Odds and ends.
But it all works out. It all gets done.
And finally there’s something useful and maybe beautiful, even if it’s not the image you had in your head at the start.