Yesterday my good friend Mrs. Fishtrap told me that Mr. Fishtrap wants his sleeves shortened.
They are the perfect length but the stupid lovely soft superwash Merino has no stupid memory and they are stretching out of control and now I have to unstitch the stupid hems, frog them, snip a sleeve stitch, ravel around, re-pick-up stupid stitches, re-knit the stupid hem, and re-sew it down.
Right now I’d rather knit a whole new stupid sweater with more appropriate yarn. Sanity is waning.
And I’m teething. I just cut 2 wisdom teeth and my face hurts.
And the Noro sock yarn is horribly tangly and does not feel nice to knit.
And I frogged the Gathered Pullover.
I’m going to take a break. I’ll be back when the crankiness dissipates.