k2, p2, cry more.

Today I’d like to talk about one of my many exciting hobbies, get ready for blow-your-mind face-punching-wild-times.


So I like to knit in my spare time. One of the main reasons for my interest in it is that it keeps my hands busy (and as we learned in my second post ever, I have a nasty habit of attempting to destroy them if left unattended) but the end result also is I get some fancy shmancy scarves to wear. Except I can knit. That’s all I can do. I have an instructional guide on all the nuances of knitting, but I never got past the first page of casting on, knit stitch, and binding off. I attempted to read on about purling and I ended up in the fetal position on my floor sobbing for 3 days. It literally played out like this scene, only with more sobbing (as indicated above).

On a brighter note, I have improved vastly on my basic knitting, so now I am just rolling out these rows upon rows of fabulous scarf work. (Another note: I can only make scarves. Don’t even ask for a hat or mittens, you can go straight to hell where, incidentally, you won’t even need those!)

Today I started my new project: Scarf #3094609797

Having worked on my last scarf for so long I forgot how to cast on and start and it took me a good 5 tries to get this thing going. I accidentally kept slipping and losing all my initial stitches. PLUS I started with 3.25mm needles and I realized they would be much better used for delicate brain surgery instead. After about 15 minutes of valiant effort – and a lot of 4-letter words, progress was achieved

While I was going to make this for a friend (who grumbled that he preferred navy instead) I decided I liked the colour so much, and the yarn is so soft and lovely, that I’m going to keep it for myself. Yet again.

Crazy cat lady, meet crazy scarf lady.