That knitting is an easy and repetitive activity all the time has obviously never tried cabling.
Some of you may recall (the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera, a mystery never fully explained) a post of mine from earlier this year or late 2009, bragging about my aptitude at said activity. For those of you new to the blog, a cable is that upraised braid or pattern usually found on professional knitted items, such as sweaters.
Well apparently my post was bullshit.
We're in the car, driving up to Monterey for vacation, when I come up with the (absolutely insane) idea of trying this cable pattern. It'll be fun, I thought. A new yarn and a new pattern. Cool!
Well that was two hours ago. In that time I have finished exactly sixteen rows of cable pattern. (I had two of preliminary work to set up). Oh my god ...
Brain is mush. Want to rip out demonic yarn. Spent too much time to. Ugh.
I cursed more about dropping stitches or whatever than I did yesterday when a horribly heavy plastic (brick sized) Calvin Klein sign fell on my toes yesterday.
Boy, was that an experience. I wanted to yell and curse and get that damned thing off my foot. It fell four feet onto my foot with a HUGE thump! that caught everyone's attention. But I also caught sight of some kids not too far away, so in the middle of my pain on my middle, ring, and a little bit of the pinky toes, I tell my mom "Oh my god that hurts but I can't curse cuz we're in public!" She thought it was cute. I think I was delirious.
Then you know, Macy's sent someone over with ice packs and an accident report. In the meantime, I took my vocabulary to Ernest. I think he got the picture when my beginning statement was "holy motherfucking shit". Haha
It still hurts to walk a bit. I hope it gets better quick; I have sightseeing to do! :)
I shall keep you updated from Northern California!
Samantha
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