I'm thinking of becoming a selfish knitter.
You know, paring my Christmas list down to, oh, nothing. Painstakingly working on a sweater for hours, upon hours, upon weeks and in the end - wearing it out in public, not just in front of the camera for an FO shot. Oh, I'll still make hats and little sweaters for Bear, and socks and dishcloths for swaps but for the most part, it's going to be all me, all the time.
What brought me to this? Besides the fact that I'm sick of not sleeping December 23rd or 24th and then being all hazy on Christmas? My Two-Toned Ribbed shrug finally convinced me to make the switch. (Which, for the record, is the first garment I've made myself in ten years.) I've spent a lot of time with my shrug - swatching out the substitute yarn I chose, scouring LYS's for the perfect color for the ribbing, knitting all that extra and then ripping it back. Measuring and re-measuring the sleeves to make sure they were equal. I can't wait to wear it - yes to show it off, but more, the pleasure of wearing something I made. Knowing that the fit is perfect, because I made it that way, knowing that the colors are perfect for me, because I chose them.
I can't wait to say, "Oh, I didn't get it anywhere, I made it." Followed by, "Make you one? I can teach you."