At the very beginning, when those first stitches are done, a square or two or a few rows are made, I'm overly excited and shine of energy and desire to work on it. I carry my project around with me, everywhere. It soon starts to show its potential, growing in size. From not showing at all to being a plump project sticking out of my bag in cafés and public places. Somewhere midway something happens with the blanket. It stagnates for a bit. It sits. I work hard, the days are passing by but it just doesn't seem to grow... At all! It is adding on weight but nothing really shows. And then suddenly it explodes and shows itself in full! Bang! It is big! At this point it is an arm full to carry around, does not fit into a bag or a basket. It is a bit of a pain to move around with, needless to say, and I don't really show it in public. I stay at home, cuddled up in the sofa with the big "blanket bump" on my lap. And this is when you know it is almost ready. You are so close. There are only a question of days if not just hours before it is ready to come alive. You add more stitches, fasten off ends, collect your snippets of yarn scraps... But these last days seem to go on forever... The due date is near but still so far far away...
The edging. That last little bit that has to fall into place. Feel right. Feel perfect. Be the cherry on the cake. Or not. Simple or frilly. Multi colored or plain. Ideas are brewing. Trials are many. You unravel. Try something new. Let it sit. Try to ignore it in hope that maybe, just maybe, the perfect edging idea will hit at night when you're fast asleep and you will go into labor, followed by a quick and pain free delivery and that precious blanket will finally enter this world in completion.
Well, I'm over due. I should have been induced a long time ago but I like natural birth so I've declined... This last developing stage is taking its time and well, I guess I just have to wait until it come to me. I know it will. Sooner or later. Actually, it is not a big deal. I will love it no matter what it looks like. It will always be precious to me. Because I made it, carried it, nurtured it and shaped it with every stitch. It is my creation to be unconditionally loved forever and ever. Even without an edging if it chooses to.