casey knits

One of Woody’s requests, ages ago, was a doll version of himself, with the base pattern being the ever-popular Kate.  The plan was to get it finished as a Christmas present, but that just didn’t happen.  The next goal was to present it to him on his birthday (January 11), but that came and went as well.

Finally, I just buckled down over the weekend and knit the darn thing.  Sometimes that’s what it takes, you know, and especially with these kinds of projects, because as much as I love to knit, I LOATHE the process of finishing.  I’ve had far too many projects over the years that knit up beautifully, only to be completely ruined at my hands when I tried to embroider, assemble, whatever.  And guess what?

I hate the way this came out.  I mean, really hate it.

I was fine with it until I did the hair, and then all hell broke loose.  The stupid part is that, other than obvious yarn-vs-hair texture differences, it LOOKS LIKE WOODY’S HAIR.  And I don’t hate Woody’s hair on his head.  But I hate Woody’s hair on the doll.  IT MAKES NO SENSE.

But damned if I was going to make another one, so Woody took the doll with him to work on Monday (and he dressed like the doll, too, which made it doubly amusing).  He crafted a pair of bent-paper-clip glasses for it, which improved it a bit.  Apparently, it was a hit, because now his boss wants one of himself.

I guess the moral of the story is that I’m a perfectionist, and it kills me to send a knitted good out into the world when I’m not happy with it.  (Seriously, I actually cringed.)  Or maybe it’s that whole beauty’s-in-the-eye-of-the-beholder thing.  Either way, I’m not happy with this project at all, and I’m even less happy that it’s in public rather than in a trashcan somewhere, but I suppose I’ll deal with it. 

NOW I’m going to knit things for myself for a while.  If, you know, I can find the time to do so.