How often do you find yourself at your wits end, ready to throw in the towel only to be saved by some unexpected event that makes the situation better? Not often right? Normally there is plenty of time to spend anguishing over whatever went wrong. No matter how trivial or mundane, I tend to have a mourning period for most everything. I won't talk about it. I get sick thinking about it. I sometimes cry. And then I confess my feelings in the form of complaints. I am if nothing else, a skilled complainer. (thanks to my friends who realize this yet still hang out with me)
So I am making progress on Little Liza Jane
cute right? while I love cables, doing them in cotton/linen is a little tough. The yarn lacks that sproing that wool has. but it is starting to really start to look like a dress. A dress that would fit... a newborn. Dare I measure it? Could the gauge be that far off? Nah... just another row. Tug, tug, tug. Sure, it is nice and stretchy... it will fit.
Or will it? So I pull out my trusty ruler at work. It is narrow. I ignore it. I have to, nothing I can do about it right now. I got through the day of work and head home. Not knitting a single stitch the entire ride home. holding off my anger, sadness, and complaints until I got home to compare the dress to some of EJ's clothes.
Once I get home, there is a package in the mail. Great Grandma Joan had sent Eleni an Easter present. How sweet. Little did I know this package would make all the difference in how my day went.
Not too frilly, just my taste, and perfectly timed. Eleni has an Easter dress... no thanks to me and this yarn.
which is totally too narrow.... maybe next year I will try again. I should be healed by then.
PS... this yarn and I already have a history... one more strike and it is up for grabs!