Unraveled

Unraveled

To illustrate my earlier post, here is a "before and after" picture of sorts. I didn't take an actual picture of the mistake, but when I started frogging it was nearly the size of a finished medallion (see a finished medallion on the left).

The self-pity begins on post number 2

I just had to rip two and a half balls of yarn out of a sweater I am knitting. I realized last night that I had doubled the number of increases in the pattern not once but twice, so not only did I have to rip out inches of work, the rows (well, technically rounds) I had been working were probably at least three times as long as they had to be. I would probably be nearly done with this sweater if I had paid attention and done it properly.

To make things worse, the previous day I made the mistake of telling my husband that I was making this sweater for him.

When I think about it I want to kick myself.

crafts n' things

That's the title of the magazine I kept myself amused with while visiting my grandparents when I was a kid.

We usually went there for long, all-day family get-togethers, and since I was by far the oldest grandchild, I was often very bored. So I did things like teach myself to crochet or cross-stitch.