Oops!

Just fixed the pattern for the hat that I'd previously posted. I forgot a round in there. Sometimes my brain and my fingers just don't seem to be on the same page when I type. All better now, though.

I'm an Idiot

Right so, here's the link I meant to put up the other day:

http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5061910

Sorry, I'm a dork!

Little Triangles Everywhere!

Apparently I have lost my mind! I don't know what possessed me to decide to start a quilt pieced entirely by hand when it's only my second quilt top. Needless to say, my fingers are as sore as can be from being pricked and stabbed every few minutes. Of course, this is also going to take forever and is much less accurate than the top I pieced on the sewing machine. The greatest irony is that I'm pricking my fingers sitting in my chair two feet away from my sewing machine. I think I'm going back to machine piecing after this if only because I'm far better on the machine than I am ever likely to be by hand. I know that on the horizon lies a great sense of accomplishment, but it's kind of hard to see at the moment.

Don't Drink the Water

Well, I've stopped drinking from the water fountain at work due to a semi-recent outbreak of pregnancy among the staff. I'm currently working on two baby afghans at once (the other two affected staff members were seasonal and no longer work with me so they don't get afghans, so there!) The night before last, I looked down at the afghan I was knitting for the first time in a while and realized I'd made a dreadfully obvious and unattractive mistake! I had to take out about 5 inches worth of work to reach the problem area and correct it. Tonight I finally made it all the way back up to where I had once been and used up all the pulled-out wadded yarn that had collected at my feet.

Maybe no one would have noticed but me. That's what people always tell me. There's one thing that no one else realizes:

I'll notice! It will keep me awake at night. I'll be haunted by the ghost of projects passed. I'll become a mindless knit-zombie unable to function without correcting heinous mistakes! Doomed to pull out projects and make corrections for all eternity. Trapped in my own personal hell untangling miles and miles of yarn! A thousand sheep will weep copiously at the horrors heaped upon the fruit of their wool! Oh, the agony! Oh, the humanity!

I need to go lie down. It's all just been too much for me.