Saturday, July 7, 2012
Denial. I haz it.
I am knitting a fine birthday sweater for a soon-to-be one-year-old, and I have encountered a problem. If I do what the pattern says, this almost one-year-old will not be able to fit his chubby little arms into the sleeves. But like a "good girl" (ugh), I knit on while ignoring my growing unease. After kitchenering 92 stitches together, reality crashed in and I had to tink it all back. After having a knitting tantrum first. I am an otherwise mostly reasonable adult woman, with an above-average IQ when last tested. Yet I refused to accept the facts, and now I am paying for it. Sigh.