It is now 6:50 pm and I am pretty much ready for bed.
(Knitting all day is exhausting, especially when you realize that the 30 rows you got done earlier have to all be ripped out because you can’t count.)
(I must have my own personal Mercury in perpetual retrograde.)
That’s exactly why I don’t knit. Counting like that is a weak spot for me, and if I had to rip out all those stitches I’d give the yarn to the cat and freeze.
This is the point where I usually put a project aside and start something else (and this would be why I have at least eight sweaters/socks/blankets in progress), but what I’m working on is a relatively small project so ripping out and redoing isn’t as huge an ordeal as it would be if I were working on like a queen-size afghan or something with over 200 stitches.
But yeah, counting is a bitch.
