In Which the Pirate Begins Blog Week.

Day One: A Day In The Life.

Describe a day in the life of a project that you have made, or are in the process of making.

You can choose to handle this topic in a number of different ways, but a few points to consider might be the following:

First-person or third-person account? Will you write from the point of view of the garment/finished object, or as a wearer or observer?
Finished project or WIP? Will this be an account of the creative process and what the object goes through, or it’s ‘life’ after creation?
Fact or fiction? Will your account describe the wear and tear, love and compliments all experienced by a crocheted hat on a rainy day, or will you write the fantastical account of what a knitted trilobite gets up to on its adventures once the door is shut and nobody is looking?

Ah, woe is me. WOE, I say. This is a word I learned from the cat. Whyfor the woe? Well, look at me:

I am languishing. LANGUISHING. Ignored, unloved. Might as well unknit myself when no one’s looking. It’s not as if anyone cares, really.

I had such high hopes, when I was first cast on. My older sister laughs at me; she’s finished and waiting for me to join her. Slowpoke, she says. Half-sock.

And my person… I haven’t seen her in weeks. Maybe it’s months; I lose track of the time in here. In the dark. No one really visits me, so it’s hard to keep the days straight. Every so often she comes in to see me, and I get a little bit bigger. But, alas, she grumbles and mumbles and complains about my yarn, and then she goes away again.

I don’t even have a heel yet!

Oh, I wish someone would come pay attention to me. I’m so useless, as I am. I do so want to be a whole sock…