I am a boob.
I can be fun at parties, can dance in time to music, tell some jokes, appreciate others; you know, not bad company.
But I am a boob.
I frogged my Jaywalker socks, as per my last post, because the colours in the Perfect Day yarns, which I LOVE, were not striping as I envisioned.
So I frogged them, and started Knitspot's Shifty sock pattern, thinking it had been the number of stitches that interfered with the striping sequence. Well, I don't like this pattern either.
I actually preferred the Jaywalkers.
So in my quest to perfect the striping - pink, turquoise, brown, cream - one of my favourite combinations, in fact - I started to poke around Ravelry to see what other people are making with this yarn.
Guess what?
It's not supposed to stripe the way I pictured it in my twisted little mind. I actually had it right the first time. There are two bands of two colours each - pink/turquoise, brown/cream. It seems that the four colours stripe together in the toe.
Only in the toe.
So I am going to frog one more time, and then... well, I'm not sure. I know this has everything to do with a current lack of focus which seems to be pervading all aspects of my world right now. I'd like to blame it on summer vacation brain. Or hormones - hormones are the perfect scapegoat for so many things. But we all know what the real problem is.
I am a boob.
7 comments:
welcome to the club. We meet often, even if only in our minds. But we are out there in droves...
We need t-shirts...
I know just how you feel -- better order me one of those t-shirts LOL!!!
at least you are a nice boob, a lovely one in fact.
I agree with the last comment!
Thanks for the comment you left on my blog, although snorting coffee all o'er the place is not an image I wish to remain in my memory for too long. If I made just one person smile - it was worth it.
Good luck with the Jaywalkers...again!
ya boob!
I also agree with the previous comment...but you cannot escape it it's a family thing
That totally reminds me of Much Ado About Nothing when Dogberry responds to being called an ass:
' O that he were here to write me
down an ass! But, masters, remember that I am an
ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not 2055
that I am an ass.'
When Michael Keaton delivers the line - I hear you calling yourself a boob in the same tone.
What a shame about your knitting - doncha hate that?
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