Its worse than a black hole. The body of a sweater like this is the evil alternate dimension of sleeve island. Alcohol won't help. neither will chocolate. I scrounged up 9+ hours of knitting time between monday and tuesday and what do i have to show for it?
FIVE INCHES. quick math reveals that i will need at least 40 more hours of knitting to finish the body. mmhmmm. yup. that'll happen.
Griffin, my codependant feline child, decided to console me last night while i knit. (in fact both cats were sitting on me at the time, but Sabine ran off when the camera came out.) Can i blame my olympic failure on poor field conditions? there was a fur storm that obscured my view?