I was knitting away on Grandma's Christmas present tonight--almost done, alllllmost done--and I started to hear that voice at the back of my head. You know, that quiet little
uh-oh voice that you try to ignore when trouble is coming?
I ignored it, so it morphed into the Yarn Harlot's voice, from when she reads her book
Stephanie Pearl-McPhee Casts Off:
I was wishing for "only inches of yarn left", but I could hear the surfer voice saying, "Flame Out!"
The yarn would be enough if I just had to knit across, but the stitches on the left needle are, by the pattern, picked up at a rate of one per two rows, and there's nothing like enough for that. So, we will just have to go off-pattern for the finish.
Not tonight, though. Grump.
Probably a good thing that there was a box from
Harbor Sweets waiting for me tonight! I like to have something good to think about when I go to sleep, and the knitting isn't it tonight.
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