That plus the fact that my knitting is going absolutely no-where. I'm in about the same place I was last week, only maybe a little farther behind.
Yes, behind, not ahead. I was doing so well, didn't even need a Lifeline..... Until I did.
So I ripped it all out and started again, using a lovely, lime-green Lifeline on the 24th row, the last of the pattern repeat. I was all set to swallow my pride again and use another after the next repeat when I flubbed up the very. last. row. and had to rip it out down to the lifeline.
Then---would you believe it---I messed it up again only 2 rows later!!! I was so disgusted that I wanted to hurl it across the room, though I have a sneaking suspicion that it wouldn't make a very satisfying missile. I was at the library, too, so that might have been a little awkward.
I feel like Sisyphus. Or is it Penelope?
My only comfort right now is that I know the Yarn Harlot, professional knitter that she is, has had similar nightmares. She soothes herself with a beer. Maybe that's my problem---I'm not drinking enough.
Doomed. Doomed, I tell you. My blogging and my knitting.
The reading is good, though. Maybe I should just concentrate on that for a while!
The Rite. An Eye-opener.
The Strictest School in the World. With the kids. Funny. A cross between A Series of Unfortunate Events and the Mysterious Benedict Society. I get most of my book recommendations for kids from Melissa Wiley.
One Thousand Gifts
You can probably find less distraught knitters at Ginny's Yarn-Along!