So tonight at SNB, I took the big step, and ripped out half of it.
I was so very proud of myself.
Finally, I was a knitter With Standards. A knitter who wouldn't settle for substandard work. A knitter who stood up for Getting it Right.
Which is all well and good. Except, I ripped out the wrong half.
You'll have to excuse me, I have some important drinking to do.
15 comments:
Oh no!
Hmmm, well, that's okay. At least you had the courage to START ripping. Right?
You have to jump right back on those needles and start knitting the Wicked immediamente! Show no mercy! The knitter always prevails! (eventually... ish....)
Ouch.
That sounds painful
Again I am so, so sorry. I hope you and the pumpkin drowned your sorrows. I feel so bad and yet I had to crack a smile because you made your frogged yarn look like boobies. Yeah, I have problems with being a grown-up.
I am still so sad about this. :(
What knockers! Oh wait, my sensitivity is here somewhere ... The frogging experience is truly a bummer. I find that it tends to be like tossing one's cookies; it is always worst when you are coming to terms with the inevitable. I think it's a rare thing to nail a sweater the first time out. But nail one you will.
Oh, no! How awful! Ummm, how did this happen?
Truly, very sorry. I hope you'll get back to it eventually.
Oh no! I hope the very important drinking helped make it easier to rip the correct half.
Maybe you need to think about this differently. Be a mean daddy instead of a nice mommy. You are not tearing down something worthy of love. You are punishing something that misbehaved. You aren't undoing hours and hours of loving, caring work. You are weeding a garden. You are cleaning house. You are protecting the sanctity of your closet. You aren't Gaia -- you are Pinochet. If you don’t rip apart the sweater, the terrorists win. Frog without mercy.
Oh, my god. Oh. my. god. I sat with my hand to my mouth for a full minute, at least. I'd imagine you are still drinking, and that's okay.
I agree with everything Quinn said, though I'd never be creative enough to come up with it on my own. Just, it's up to you to make sure the terrorists don't win. Or something. GO AMERICA!!!
So. Sorry.
Seems Wicked is living up to its name. I hope the drinking helped and you were able to rip the other half without too many tears.
I'm still so horrified that this happened to you. We all felt reallllly bad. Just remember, we're all rooting for you in the war against the sweater.
Oh, that sucks.
But, on the bright side, you knit an awesome sock for your single sock swap partner. Read all about it over on my blog: http://www.specsknits.com
Thank you!
Hey kiddo... just checking in on you during this difficult time. We were discussing your bad fortune last night and sending out little sparkly prayers into the universe on rainbow wings and unicorn dreams...
Okay we weren't, but I just wanted to make sure you were going to stop drinking at some point... Doesn't have to be NOW, just, you know... someday.
And yes, those balls look like boobs. Heh. Ahem. Sorry.
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