I’m still knitting, folks. I’ve knit over 16 inches of deliciousness in less than two weeks, and my wrists hate me. I still love that Lamb’s Pride Superwash Worsted, though.
I think I just don’t feel like it. I’m tired and my throat hurts, and gosh, I hate snow. Apparently, the city has identified six priority areas for snow removal and I live nowhere near any of them. I’m a tad bitter.
That said, I have one right side row before I start working on the arm hold decreases. Tonight is knit night at my LYS Ariadne and I’m hoping that I can a.) pick up the french press I forgot there on Tuesday and b.) figure out how to knit two sleeves in the round using the magic loop method.
I hope that I can figure out a way to pep myself up. That way I won’t be bad like Patrick (who is sitting on the fridge) or rude like Bazorov (who is ignoring me).
What am I to do?