It's like, do you say that you're "done" knitting something because the knitting is done? The finishing can take just as long as the knitting, right? So you're not really "done" with the object, because you're not finished with the finishing.
Confused yet?
The best answer I can give is that the last school year is over, but this week I had a presentation on Tuesday, another one tomorrow, and summer classes begin Monday. This leaves me wondering how I'm going to teach 100 minute math classes, since I generally don't want to do math for 100 minutes straight. A few short breaks? One long one? I'm playing it by ear. I'm giving a talk in 10 days on something way out of my field. Done with that? Nope. Haven't even started.
The Green Gable is right where I left it last week but I got a brilliant suggestion in the comments that I try 2 circular needles. I made socks this way in February, and am happy to give this a shot.
The knitting for my friend is done (and finished, too), but I've gone back and forth with the embellishment. I think I've settled on something cute, though.
Here's something that's been done for a while, out of the F.O. archive. I almost kept this for myself, but sent it to Julia in the end, since it was made from yarn leftover from her vest.
The pink yarn is Berocco, the brown is something else, and the pattern was made up as I went along. Needles? No idea. Gauge? Yeah. Right. I'm pretty sure this was a portable project made when other larger things were on needles.
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Similar, but not actually much like, the wide-eyed stares of amazement I get as a university staff member when the students ask when I'm done... and I answer, "I'm here all summer. Working. Plus also, spring break and MLKjr Day. Slackers. Quit bitching about fall break."
But hey, the brown and pink hat is awesome.
I know that when I get my MA I'm going to make a shirt that looks like a business card with my G.C.P.J.M. B.A.M.A. on it. In terms of "being done." When you're pissing off your sisters balcony while shotgunning PBR's and her roommate is passed out laying UP the stairs...you're done.
Cakes are done, people are finished....or so my mother would say.
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