It might sound strange, but my least favorite part of creating is the last hour before a project is finished. There’s this uncomfortable, restless feeling that always shows up—especially in the final rows of a knit or the last few stitches of something I’ve been working on for a while. It’s hard to explain. It’s not quite anxiety, not quite excitement, but something hovering in between. My body feels jumpy, my mind gets scattered, and I can’t tell if I’m eager to be done or dreading it. Probably both.

Working with textiles is such a slow and focused process. You spend so much time building something, stitch by stitch, that by the time you’re nearly finished, it can feel unreal. Like: How did I even get here? There’s a strange sadness that can come with that, almost like a mild mourning. Not because I don’t want to finish, but because finishing means leaving behind the rhythm I’ve been in with that piece.

Luckily, I have endless amounts of yarn and opportunities to repeat the cycle. 

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