Had died a severe and indignant death. I literally threw the hunk of now tangled yarn down in a fit of rage and demanded that someone “take it to the craft room, out of my sight!”
Ugh. HATE IT. I’ve been working on in for weeks off and on. It was going to be the first self designed project I’ve knit. Turns out: I’m not much of a designer. Nor at the moment much of a knitter. I’m sure tomorrow I will regain my confidence but right now I’m picking up US15’s and some bulky yarn and I’m going to make a fucking scarf. Because I know I can knit a rectangle.
It’s raining, which is nice. But I think it’s affecting my mood. I feel like I nee to put on too much eyeliner and smoke a clove. And listen to some Type O Negative. Or something else equally ridiculous.
Off to regress into long straight knitting and watch C.S.I reruns.
