I finally did it. I frogged Wicked. The top half just looked awful on me, and I knew I would never, ever wear it.
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.