I fought the yarn and the yarn won

Remember that scarf I talked about? The one that I had restarted 12 times and once hacked to pieces with a scissors, so great was my rage at messing it up YET AGAIN?

Here’s what it looks like.


This photo was taken one day before I messed it up. So then I started over, concentrating like never before on this pattern, ignoring my husband, work, life in general. And I got well past the mess-up-point on my new attempt.

And then I managed to mess it up AGAIN. There was no rage this time. Just a mood that could be described as “sad” and “depressed” and “sad.”

So I’m taking yet another hiatus from it, and will have to buy another skein of yarn because there’s not enough yarn left to make a full scarf. And I have Friday and Monday off, and you can bet I’ll be mouth-breathing my way through this pattern, locked in a room, until I finish it.

Pray for me.

Anyway, here’s some things I’ve completed lately. These projects are also proof that I need to learn how to use circular needles because I don’t get the whole “invisible seaming” concept.



My iPod cozy. Notice that the seam is the exact opposite of invisible, and instead, is proudly flaunting itself along the sides. Also, I don’t know why I chose purple yarn. Or added letter beads to spell out what’s inside. It’s not like my dresser’s a haven for thousands of purple, yarny, seam-sticking-out monstrosities.



Here’s a hat I made for Jason. I choose these colors because I thought they would be perfect for his trip back to 1976. It was my first time working with more than one color and it was so easy, I wish I would’ve tried it earlier. Also, the seam is actually invisible, until Jason puts the hat on his head, then it becomes a giant billboard announcing my failure as an invisible seamer.

In neon, avocado-green letters.

Slivers of dignity

Today, while eating lunch at my desk, I knitted while keeping up with the Twins on ESPN’s GameCast. For I am a dorky multi-tasker. (Also, I may have been listening to AC/DC on my iTunes. I said may have.)

As I knitted the back half of my tank top (whose front armhole shaping required such strategic pattern decreases that the part of my brain reserved for difficult mathematical equations did more work in one day than in its previous 31 years and is now not speaking to me), one of my new, moderately priced bamboo knitting needles slid a nifty splinter directly into my thumb.

Horrified, I said out loud to the offending needle, “OK, we’re DONE now.” Then I proceeded to the nearby first aid kit, procured a pair of tweezers, used my magnifying glass and dug around for 15 minutes to no avail. Now I have a sharp miniscule bump protruding from my ravaged thumb, and my eyesight features a handy dandy fuzzy spot in the middle of my vision. Apparently my pain-handling-to-nausea-ratio is slim. This bodes well for any future maternity plans.