A good week for endings.

This shirt has had a rather long gestation period. My friend had a holiday in Canada and brought the fabric back as a present. I have been looking at it often and been unable to make my mind up what to do. She has said, every so often, "Cut that material out yet?" Then I realised that it was the intensity of the colour that was worrying me, and that what it needed was something to offset that - white collar and cuffs perhaps? Yes, and it has turned out very well.
Then there is the green linen-mix sweater. As I predicted, I have had enough of it; never want to see it again; cannot imagine why I ever wanted to make such a useless garment. I do think that it has turned out a bit on the large side, but I can forsee that there will come a day in the winter when that is precisely what I want. And it is green - honest! Look here and you will see a picture that shows the colour much more accurately.

I have a sneaking suspicion that this post-finishing dislike of the work is rather akin to the small-time baby blues - not the full blown depression that is so cruel to many, but the little glitch of anti-climax that most new mums pass through - all that discomfort, pain and effort and what do I get - something else that just wants to be loved. So I will like the sweater/ baby/new house/man: just give me a few moments!