Just call me Kermit, folks.
Why? Because I spent so much #$&*#$^*@#&$^ time ripping back while trying to complete the first Secret of the Stole II hint last evening that I no longer know how to speak… only to “ribbit”.
The knitting day had started off well. I made a lot of progress on my Moebius scarf – all but one row that you see here was knitted on the TTC!
Nope. I think I knitted the same six rows at least seven times again. On the sixth try everything was going swimmingly – until I realised that I had pulled the “skip the easy row” bit so that the right side now featured purl stitches instead of knit stitches. I would have taken a picture of this but I was worried that I might just fling it together with the camera over the balcony in a little hissy fit.
And, to top all this off, my lovely Malabrigo has not-so-lovely “stick to itself” properties which make it very difficult to frog without taking out all sorts of other stitches below. SIGH.
So, instead, I turned to one of my coping mechanisms:
What?!?! Have they put the Cookie Monster on a diet? What is wrong with these people!!! Is this some sort of anti-child obesity campaign? Goddess knows I hear enough about it on the news. Have they no shame? I mean, check out this cookie hating campaign!!! I mean, really.
Anyway, fortified and revitalised, I went for round seven of the Battle of the Stole:
It does look pretty, though, doesn’t it?
Wishing you a wonderful frog-free day!