The first swatch I bitched about last night, I gave up on. I decided to start over again this morning because I refuse to be bested by a friggin’ knitting pattern. If it were crochet, I’d call it a hooker. Waa-waa-waa. The first block was perfect, but the second two are botched. Three or four rows are missing a stitch. It’s so sloppy looking, I can’t even tell. 😉
Now that I’ve learned how to read patterns and not just make shit up as I go, the possibilities are limitless. And spiffier.
This should help me while I’m shackled in Harpy hell. “Shhhhh, I’m counting…”
I was supposed to spend Christmas at my parents’ house, but this evening she asked that I not leave because they have stuff to do and manbaby, although completely self-sufficient now, ‘can’t be left alone’. Hell, he’s doing better than me already. Un-fair. But…what about my stuff? What about me?
Size 8 knitting needles are relatively sharp. Look out, bitchoix.