I have a serious issue with an relationship going on right now. I believe that you should fight for and maintain relationships in life, and I have tried. Unfortunately, it was not meant to be and so with I heavy heart I write these words.
I can’t stand knitting.
There. It is done. It has been said, and there is no going back. Does anyone remember the tunic I started knitting ages and ages ago? Well, I got most of the front side and the hood done and started on the back, and then it just sat there.
And sat there.
Until one day… I had enough.
Decided that if I was trying to figure out if I could do so many rows in an hour, if I don’t eat or sleep I could be done in 3 days! Wahoo! then why did I really want to do it?
The answer is, I don’t. So my valiant ( and yes, to me it was valiant) attempt at knitting has failed. But I am totally alright with that. My hat goes off to all the knitters out there. You are brave, courageous people and I’m sorry that I’m not going to be apart of your number.
This project shall not be in vain though. I have come to an important personal realisation through it and the wool shall be re-used in another way. Probably crocheting. Because for some odd reason only using one hook instead of two needles just works for me.
And why we’re on the subject, have a pencil!
Well, we weren’t really. But it’s purple too, so it kinda works 😉