Me and the rpm sock ain't gonna be friends... hm hmm hmm hm hm hhmmmm
I totally messed up the counting - hey, it's not that difficul: 9 st pattern repeat, knit and purl. How very smart of me not to touch my Icarus shawl at the moment!
However, I felt too lazy to rip back the whole sock and only dropped a "few" stitches.
You probably know better than I did. The whole process of picking them up and tidying the messy strands possibly takes much longer time than just rip and reknit.
Suddenly, I realised that it was time to run (hobble) for the appointment at the doctor's. (What a butcher this time. Teared off my bandages with pure force. Idiot!) Coming home, I felt slightly uneasy about the fact that Willy and the vulnerable sock, hastily dropped onto a table before sudden departure, were all alone at home. However, I can not say that it was fortunate that he did not care for the sock in my 30 minutes absence. See why. Better yet, don't click if you are sensitive to bloody crime scenes. Because, Willy proudly presents his first contribution to the family's menu: starling tartare on ÖDUM (IKEA rug)
(oops...reminds me that I still have to think about my contribution to the fabulous knit & dish swap over at Amanda's...)
Call it a bad day, yeah?
No, not yet. Having picked up all the stitches, counted them about a zillion times and getting started to finally make some progress in this beloved grrrrrrpm sock, THIS is what happens!
I think I will spend some money on a lottery ticket this week. I should at least win enough to buy a new set of rosewood needles. Argh!