I knit for 5 hours today. Placed 200 beads. Because I was so close to finished that I couldn't stop knitting. It is finished. Eventually I will take some pretty pictures in it outside but right now it's drying. It took me exactly 18 months and 7 days. A rough estimate of time it took me is about 200 hours.
This was an offering to Thor. The last couple months when I was up to it (have chronic pain so hands aren't always up to it) on Thursdays I would invite him to join me, put on his playlist, and just knit in the quiet with him. It deepened our relationship in a way I didn't realize I needed. Date days will be a thing going forward, even if all I can offer him that day is making myself rest in his honor. He does get rather cranky when I don't take care of myself.
Now I'm drinking some celebratory cranberry hard cider with him and just letting it sink in that I finished something so huge, something I've been carrying with me as I moved houses, fell in love with my girlfriend, caught covid, realized I have long covid, faught doctors and sought answers, found some of them, and lost and eventually refound my happiness. And through that all, Thor has been with me, cheering me on, comforting me, and making me feel like I've finally found a home in a faith where the gods don't have to be all knowing or infallible to be worth having in your life. Looking back, oh, how I've grown.