|Laptop in the photo for scale. Teapot for emotional support.|
The thing is I do this every year. Every year I leave things too late and I procrastinate and I underestimate the amount of available time and over-estimate my knitting speed, and end up wrapping up things with needles in, or worse, just the yarn and a picture of what it's meant to look like someday. It never changes, and I never suddenly triple my knitting speed in the three weeks before Christmas, and yet every year I'm totally sure that this year, this year that enormous pile of yarn will somehow all be knitted into scarves and socks and mittens and those darling ornaments that I've deluded myself into thinking I'll have time to make on top of everything else, and it will all be finished by the deadline.
Maybe the fact that I've realised I'm delusional is the first step towards doing better next year?
I'll think about it later. For now, I have to go finish a pair of socks and cast on an elephant.