Try as I might, I cannot continue knitting something that I hate.
Klaralund, is no longer. She's died. Finis. Frogged. End of story. We won't breathe another word of this. She almost had a body. But she was made out of crap yarn that my fingers couldn't bear to touch any longer. My fingers are the Paris Hilton fingers of fiber. Snobby and precocious and condescending...
She may be resurrected out of Brown Sheep Lamb's pride...or Berroco's Ultra Alpaca...or Noro's Cash Iroha...or (sniff)maybe just maybe my wandering eye has caught another Beaut...the Urban Aran cardigan...
I love it so much. This picture is off of Streets and Yo's blog. Check out Brooklyntweed for more pics of this hot, perfect sweater! The shaping on the sides has got to be so incredibly flattering, no?
Capecho's first pentagon is finished. Piece of cake and so much fun. Maybe I'm not as much of a tard as I thought. I'm doing math and geometry! Me! Little ol'Shoe Girl! Though I did do a tardy thing the other day...I was feeling a bit financially frisky and went to ToysRUs and bought every boardgame/game they had. Candy Land, Life , Monopoly, Risk, Othello, Cranium, Battleship, Scrabble, Chutes and Ladders, Yahtsee, Sorry!, Chess, Clue, Ruckus, Chinese Checkers, Boggle, Uno, Pick up Sticks, Jacks, you name it, I bought it.
This really is a cry for psychiatric help! Is there anybody out there that feels my pain? I mean, really, How many board games does it take to distract a rabid fiber freak...How many knitting projects does a girl have to start before someone calls the cops?
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