one way train to tantrumville
On friday morning i had a sweater that was too wide. Now i have a sweater that is too wide, too long, and really stinky. I tried really hard to make sure i blocked it to the same length it was before (the perfect length), but now it is about 5" longer in the body AND the sleeves. I left it too damp to dry well (and to make things worse it rained in MA all weekend ) so now its musty and gross.
[walk away. breathe deep. pour a glass of wine. calculate the risk of putting the sweater in a hot load of wash for a few minutes.]
This is how much knitting one can get done during a funny-bad action-horror movie. I laughed. I screamed. I shouted at the screen. I knit really fast.
And this is the stupid-silly that happens after you see said funny-bad action-horror movie with your friends:
Snake in a Sock!! With needles for fangs! wearing a french market bag/beret? i don't know. Obviously i forked a bunch of brain cells with the $10.50 that i paid to see that damn movie. (it was still fun.)