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what am I doing here?

in which susan proceeds to get caffienated and knit all day. if only I could get paid to drink coffee and knit... that would so be the shiz-knit.

ever just have one of those days?

sherman and I got into a huge fight. unbecoming things were said. there was cursing. there was name calling. and, of course, there was hair pulling and shaking of fists at the sky while sobbing "why me?! whyyy??" I blamed him for being difficult. he blamed me for not knowing how to count. and then, there was the stabbing. I'm not proud of what I did. but I felt provoked. he was really trying my patience. and I admit it was a moment of weakness and frustration. for a second, I really thought it was over between us. well, technically, I guess I did kill him. several times. but here he is...
he's not perfect, but I think we're getting more comfortable with each other. sadly, though... once I finally did get finished with sherman the 12th (or maybe it's the 112th... I lost count a long time ago. I swear all I've been doing for the last 24 hours is knitting hundreds of little heels), I realized that I ended the instep on row 16 instead of row 15! how did I miss an entire line on the pattern? and, on top of that, I think it's going to be too big! the recipient's shoe size is one size bigger than mine, but I think her feet are also narrower... I want her to actually wear these (or, at the very least, think about wearing them), so I think I need to go down half a pattern repeat for better fit. goodbye, sherman the 12th... it's going to be lucky 13 for me today!

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  • Blogger Ruth says so:
    12:47 PM  

    haha - i was laughing about the stabbing part. but your turning the heel looks terrific! great job so far (despite the frustrations) =) top