My knitting life collapsed somewhat.
I had plans! SO MANY PLANS! I was going to finish the baby shawl (for the baby who is now here - smeg) and my new cardigan, and maybe, just maybe, the last two Sherlock squares.
I got cocky, kid. I had plenty of time, and a Netflix account. What could possibly stop me?
Hubris, maybe?
Instead I have four pieces of knitting to finish in the next three days and I think I might go crazy. Or possibly die of caffeine overdose.
I love it when it gets like this...
(* Disclaimer: that's a stock photo. My knitting disasters are far more subtle than that.)
I had plans! SO MANY PLANS! I was going to finish the baby shawl (for the baby who is now here - smeg) and my new cardigan, and maybe, just maybe, the last two Sherlock squares.
I got cocky, kid. I had plenty of time, and a Netflix account. What could possibly stop me?
Hubris, maybe?
Instead I have four pieces of knitting to finish in the next three days and I think I might go crazy. Or possibly die of caffeine overdose.
I love it when it gets like this...
(* Disclaimer: that's a stock photo. My knitting disasters are far more subtle than that.)
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