Oh, man. THIS what my stitch pattern should look like in the Vogue cardie, and it so doesn’t. That first motif does, the second, not so much. And I was all like, "There MUST be a problem. Sure! I know what I’m doing! Vogue must be wrong!" But Bogie got it, so I’m just screwing it up all on my own. Shoot. Maybe I’ll try it again tonight. Don’t think for a moment that I’m going to fix the sleeve that I’ve messed up, though. Oh, no. I know for a fact that if I get the rest of the motifs right, no one will ever notice. Or care. I like that.
Also: I should go running. And I should do some writing. Instead, I am very, very lazy. I have a 14 hour shift coming up tonight, and an additional 10 tomorrow night on my day off, so I’m throwing a little tantrum, right here on my living room floor. I will be LAZY right now! Yes! (And I had a training all day on Monday, which is prime weekend real estate, so I’ve had a very long week. It was a customer service class. For the third time. Three times they’ve sent me to the same class. I have to get a certain number of hours of training a year for work, but they don’t check to see which classes would be good for a person, they just check to see what’ll fit with scheduling. Same teachers, same words, same stories. Yawnly. I knit a whole sock.)
I should write. Gosh dang, why don’t I want to write lately? It’s irksome. Irk. Irk.
To cheer myself up, I present Still Life with Two Cats, A Wheel and a Shitload of Sock Yarn:
See, that worked, huh? Enjoy your weekend, and I’ll enjoy mine when it decides to show up, and love someone up, okay?
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