* Joining Ginny.
Inland is a huge disaster. I messed up. BAD. Before I started, I knew I was between sizes, but I decided to knit the smaller of the two sizes because it seemed like a bulkier knit and I thought if it was a tad too snug I could make the necessary adjustments while I blocked it. Turns out I made the wrong decision. It was WAY too snug. So I frogged it; all the way back to where I divided for the sleeves. After I ripped it out, I placed it on the bookshelf and I haven’t touched it for three days. I know I technically have a deadline, but I just can’t deal with it right now.
By the way, do people still say frogged? Or is that so not cool anymore? Should I say I ripped it out? Enlighten me, please.
I’ve been working on a basic pair of socks since then. Stockinette stitch. Nothing fancy. It’s what I need right now. The sock yarn has been sitting in my stash for almost ten years. Isn’t it funny how yarn can be a reflection of your developing taste/style over the years? Ten years ago, I was, ahem, twenty-two years old. I loved bright colors, especially bright pink and green. Now, I gravitate toward much more natural and softer tones. Honestly though, it doesn’t matter what the color of my project is as long as it’s simple and gives me something to knit until I’m ready to tackle my sweater again.
Knitting. It’s not for the weak.