I am not a terribly speedy knitter.
And I'm a pretty dull knitter. Meaning . . . I pick something I want to knit, and then I knit it. Almost always until it is finished. And I'm usually just devoted to one knitting project at a time.
And that means . . . I'm usually off by a season whenever I end up knitting something to wear.
Like, well. Just before I knit the bunnies, I had decided that I wanted to knit this. In wool. (I even swatched.) Because it's still cold. And a new wool pullover appeals to me pretty much any time except in summer's heat.
But I know what would happen. I'd get started, and then I'd finish. But it would be the end of May. And then I'd have to put it away until fall. And, sure. That's a fine thing. Because next fall, I'd open my drawer of sweaters and be so pleasantly surprised to find a new one, ready and waiting.
That's what happens to me all the time! (Just last week, for example, I was delighted to open my sweater drawer and find a lovely linen Tegna -- all knit up but never worn, waiting to greet the spring.) (Because I finished it in October as the temperatures were plummeting and winter was calling.)
I decided to try something new.
I decided to . . . knit in season for a change!
Now wouldn't that be nice and seasonal?