I just don’t make things. I also unmake them.
I frogged a hat recently – one of those that you knit the brim as a big cable and then pick up and knit the body. Couldn’t get it to fit. I suppose it helps that I develop a mild antipathy to most of my projects as I’m working on them. (Something along the lines of “stupid ##$$@#@# – I’m going to finish you!”) I usually get over this once I’m done, but if I dislike something enough to frog it, I don’t mourn long. (Perhaps I could have salvaged the cable and made it into a headband, but eh, I wasn’t going to wear that either.)
We’re trying to do a bit of clearing out. So while the kids were out, W and I tossed/donated some toys. There were trashed hand-me-downs, things that were outgrown, and then the bad gifts. But times being what they are, I try to be moderately eco, so I have to find things to do with them. I took apart some of them for the electronic/battery part of the garbage pickup (especially with the stinkin’ noisy-ass mechanical toys that someone related to W gives us all the time). Those, I terminated with extreme prejudice.
I admit, the insides were really interesting.
So, I guess something to be learned in all things. (Even from awful electronic toys that no sane parent would wish on another.)
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