mrtl

I hate you, lace

You're an asshole, and I should have known better. I knew you were trouble the first time I played with you, but I couldn't stay away. Having bought several skeins of awesomely beautiful yarn, I felt the tug of obligation to honor it.

And then AM tells me that she's knitted a beautiful lace scarf that was soooo easy. ::warding off the negative thoughts towards such a dear friend, jealous of the mad skills, is all:: I should have known, coming from her, Miss "My First Project was a Fair-Isle Hat"... grumble grumble.

The pattern said to cast on 76. Do you know how long it took me to do that, just to freakin' COUNT those tiny little stitches? AN HOUR! Then I blew one out when I checked after my fourth row.

I'm done with you now, asshole lace. You're going to rot in the stash box. I guess I'm back to making the earflaps for my brainmonster hat and the horns for that viking hat promised to mister mrtl's imaginary friend. (Too lazy to add links - sorry.) Acrylic isn't as shitty as I thought, now, is it?

~mrtl

Filler

I said I'd be posting every day, but I have nothing tonight. My brain and itchy fingers are intent upon knitting, and I'm powerless to force the blogging.

It's a woman's hat for charity. I want to hurry up and finish it so I can do one of these.

Behold His Noodly Appendages

In celebration of my much-anticipated return to blogging (emphasis on MY), there shall be a contest. The Big Weiner shall inherit his or her own Flying Spaghetti Monster, lovingly knitted by me.

Drugs have addled my brain (which is why they're being Imus'd). Any ideas? If you submit the winning idea, I'll make you an FSM as well.

Contest details shall be posted this weekend.