Seriously, it's for your own good.

I debated briefly with myself this morning over whether to take a photo of the Rebecca tank (I wish I could remember the name they gave it, it's so literal as to border on the ridiculous), and finally decided that it really looks pretty much the same as the last picture I took. Not that I haven't been working on it, it's just at that black hole stage where nothing seems to happen. I go around and around, and don't even seem to run out of yarn! Seriously, I haven't even changed balls yet! I haven't casted on for the second Jaywalker yet, because I'm afraid if I sacrifice one knitting minute to anything other than the tank project, I will not live to see it finished.

Last night, as I settled in to watch the end of A Sound of Thunder, I flirted with the idea of hitting up the stash for a new project. The crisp breeze of last afternoon had me thinking about fall, and Christmas, mittens and stockings. Maybe I could just cast on for one little mitten, maybe the tank wouldn't even notice. I gazed longingly at the door to the stash room, and picked up the tank. I knew if I strayed, I'd be punished severely. Maybe I'd find another break in the yarn, or get a terrible knot, or maybe, just maybe, it would become the tank that never ends, and I would be 85 years old, still working on this project, but knowing I'd never be able to wear it when it was finished. I worked a few more rounds.

I know it probably sounds like I'm down on the tank. Maybe you're asking yourself why I'm even working on it if I hate it so. But you just don't understand! I see the potential in this tank! I know what it could become, if only it would try to work with me! If I give up on it now, it will never realize the successfull tank it has inside! So I continue to work. Knit two rows, purl two rows, longing for the day I can begin armhole shaping.