Screw pictures, I need to whine.
Since we were last with our slightly crabby heroine, she has finished one very belated sock for the sock exchange, but has not yet cast on for the other (recipe for disaster?). She has gotten to the point of decreasing on her two-color brioche hat, but flung it away in disgust last night because the decreases are 20-ish lines long and really counterintuitive and the first try looked awful.
She has also crocheted a tad, attempting to create teeny thread snowflakes in some attempt to reclaim her youth and connect with her past. She sucks at it. One snowflake is done, and others keep trying to enter into existance, but they are daunted by their creators pure suckage with thread and hooks.
This ambitious-nearly-to-a-level-of-insanity woman also spent countless hours putting the first layer of wax on 9 eggs, yet foiled her brilliant dyeing plan by putting the eggs with a dark first layer in before those with a yellow first layer, setting the stage for disaster in the form of smudges.
Very little productive knitting has been done, and for this, she is ashamed. She cannot seem to sit still without falling asleep or becoming dreadfully bored or being lured to the kitchen by the siren song of dishes that need to be washed. At this rate, she will be done knitting at quarter to never.
Also, she realizes she is running out of room for yarn. Again. (And she wishes people would stop crediting "Knitty" for patterns, rather than the actual designers.)
Tipper @ 7:42 PM * link
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