Remember that cowl thingy that I was happily knitting last week? Well, I bound off and **sad trombone** (that would be "wha wha wha" Debbie Downer, you-know-what-I-mean sound effect) let's just say that it didn't work out the way I envisioned.
Number One: When I converted the afghan stitch stitch pattern to in the round, well, let's just say I didn't do it correctly.
Number Two: I didn't put the thing on waste yarn and see how it was going mid-progress, which is fine, but I always tell knitters that they should so why shouldn't I? I guess it might be wise to follow my own advice.
Number Three: I just went to twitter (my handle: @KnitTonicWendy) and actually typed the following: "There are no regrets in knitting."
Number Four: Number Three is laughable because knitting isn't serious enough to warrant the "no regrets" comment. Sheesh. I mean, we love it and all, but to regret something about knitting? It's not like I purposely designed a man-thong. Whoops! I just found something about knitting that I'd regret! Not that I'd design or knit such a thing because, well, I just wouldn't and from what I can gather, there are plenty of willing knitters out there who will! (Not to mention, there aren't standards out there in terms of sizing.)
So the Afghan Wonder will be no longer. But I do have a Happy Pile. Leg Warmers! Malabrigo Rios in
English Rose! For Dooze's (my sister) Christmas present! Nothing easier! Just 3 x 2 rib! Reversible! Washable! On my favorite needles! The Knitter's Pride ones! Dreamz! Dreamz for Dooze!
Insert **sad trombone** here.
That was, until everyone decided that only the kids are exchanging gifts this year.
But this Happy Pile still makes me happy. Knit on my friends, and be fabulous.
BTW: Guess who broke her arm?
After I'm gone my hope is that Girlfriend will encourage others to be fabulous. I mean, is there any other way around life?
Happy Thanksgiving to all. I am thankful for what I'm typing on, what I'm knitting on, who I'm kissing, and that my glass is half full despite all rumors that my knitting these days is something that I could regret if I wanted to but I won't, so there.