Yeah, I swear every now and then. I guess that makes me a naughty little monkey. If you have a problem with that, more power to ya. Everyone needs a hobby.
WIPs
Gong Stampato
FOs
Hot Head x 2
Ribbed-for-Her-Pleasure-Scarf
'04
Hot Head x 1
Top Secret
Black Bag
Zeeby's Bag
Big Bad Baby Blanket
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Monday, December 13, 2004 |
I hate screwing up!! In fact, I work very hard to make sure that I don't make a mistake in my knitting because I'm terrified of frogging.
Well, some things just aren't meant to be..
I had to rip back *several* inches on my mom's sweater because I messed up on the armhole decreases. Bah! Then, I ended up with one more stitch than I was suposed to have. Do you think I knew how to remedy this? Oh, god, you're too kind. No, I didn't know how to fix it. Clueless. So, I did what I always do when I don't know something...I made up a solution (highly effective in driving, though not always safe or legal. Isn't that right, officer?). I tinked another row.
...still one stitch too many.
Then panic set in. Somehow, by an act of a demon, I'd cast on an extra stitch. And, somehow, I'd incorporated that stitch into the pattern. What horror! I'm not sure if what I did was the right thing, but I just decreased that stitch so that the pattern would still work out. No way I'm starting over. Nooooo way.
Mom's sweater is turning into a nightmare.
WIP update!
That's the first legwarmer for Bethie and the first slipper for dad.
I wanted to make dad socks for Christmas, but when it became clear that it wasn't going to work out, I figured that he would still love me if I gave him slippers. I tweaked the pattern a bit to accomodate for my dad's large (size 14) feet. I showed what I had so far to my mom tonight and told her that I was concerned that perhaps I was making them too big. It's hard for me to estimate and I can't measure dad's feet without giving the project away (I'm big on surprises). We decided that my brother might work out for a foot model and I asked my mom to tell him to see me. Two minutes later, she walks back out to the kitchen with my dad and says, "Oh, Leah, your brother is in the shower. But maybe you could use your dad's feet as an example?"
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Is she totally dumb? I specifically told her to keep this a secret from my dad. Thank god he didn't know what we were talking about (and was totally distracted by making speculaas). I'm sure that I could have measured his feet and have gotten away with it, but the whole point was that I didn't want to raise any suspicion whatsoever. Is that so hard for her to understand?
The weekend wasn't a total waste. Here's a picture of Mike's adorable cat, Isis:
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