I know my last revelation shook the knitting world to its core.
A huge meteor hit the earth, even.
Can you handle another?
I like weaving in ends.
I hear people complain about this regularly. They hate it, they avoid it at all costs, they skip projects that require too much of it, and they have recurring nightmares in which they are forced, under penalty of bodily harm, to weave in ends all day and night.
I've never understood this.
What is the big deal? You just finished knitting 46,000 stitches, one at a time.
You constructed a garment out of sticks and string.
And you're complaining about having to do something by hand?
To me, weaving in ends is the best part. The hard work is over! I am almost ready to wear my garment! Look, only five more ends!
Four!
Three!
Two!
One!
I PUT THE HAT ON MY HEAD!
It's like the ball drop in Times Square. It's cause for merrymaking.
Might as well get a glass of champagne and kiss someone while you're at it.
So, explain this to me. What am I missing?