My Experience Knitting the Jolie Poncho
I could do the Jeff Lynne bit again with a line about “doom, gloom, and misery,” but I won’t. I’ll just earnestly say I woke up feeling empty this morning with nothing left but a cast-off and ends to weave. I’m so close to finishing my Jolie Poncho and normally, being this close to the finish line would feel exciting. But for the first time all year, I don’t know what I’m knitting next. It’s not that I don’t have anything to knit—I have swatches and more tiny bear sweaters that need to get done and scrap yarn that’s been sitting for years. I have plenty of things I could be knitting, but nothing I’m particularly excited to cast on. Part of that I blame myself for, like telling my mom she had plenty of time to decide what she wants me to knit her for Christmas. And not having the innate ability to teleport yarn on command. The other part I blame on the Jolie Poncho for being such a quick knit. I did run into some setbacks, the first of which was right off the bat...
