do not go well together. Especially when it is 90 degrees or so outside. I spent a fruitless couple of hours in my not-so-favorite LYS thumbing through pattern books and fondling the yummy yarn — I obviously can’t afford the 35 or so skeins necessary to make actual garments. Eventually I left with some needles and nothing else … such restraint.
In an attempt to calm down from all that coffee, I started the "class sock" from Sensational Socks. So far, so good. The cheap-o Patons yarn from Michael’s is working out surprisingly well. I bought some #0 circulars and ordered Cat Bordhi’s book to attempt the two circulars sock method, but figured I should try to get through a practice sock first.
I’m in such a panic about my impending exams that I’ll do just about anything to avoid my reading. Hence the unnecessary trip to the store … which got me near, but not actually on, campus. I just daydream over Rowan and Rebecca, imagining the life photographed so flawlessly and promised with each completed sweater. I mean, I know that finishing a sweater isn’t going to make me a better person or that as soon as I put on said sweater, my troubles will not magically disappear. But I keep on dreaming. If only everything could be so perfect …
I bet they don’t have to take special topic exams.
Or buy cheap yarn.
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