I consider myself a fairly even-keeled person. I don’t tend to veer off on wild tangents very often, but it seems like every once in a while, out of the blue, crazy strikes. There was the recent puppy incident, which we won’t relive while it is yet fresh and painful. And there was the time I thought I should knit the medium size diaper cover for a newborn (because there is no way babies come out that small!) But I usually recover in time to save myself. Usually.
Meet exhibit A – Yarn (that I hate) on comically large needles (that I hate) being knit into a pattern (that, you guessed it, I hate).
You’d think that I would stop. Maybe I would say to myself, “Self, yarn that you hate on needles that you hate kntting a pattern that you hate is not going to produce anything you will love.”
Meet exhibit B:
Not only did I finish knitting every, excruciating row, but I actually put it on a chair in my house for all too see! Not too bad, you say? Kinda interesting, you say? Observe.
Exhibit C- After a mere two months of wear and tear:
I rest my case.