That's It!

I've had it. I can't take it anymore. I'm going to give up knitting.

And I just recently allowed myself to do it again. I don't know what's wrong with me. I used to be able to sew, too. Maybe I should have taken the clues for those two years when I just couldn't knit a sweater that fit. Maybe I should have taken the clues when I first started this silly lacey vee sleeveless pullover. You know, the ink spot and using the wrong needle size . . . I was just discussing that this morning at Panera, which I was so excited to be able to do since it had been a few months.

SSK, I see you posted about how soothing knitting is. I wish I felt that way right now. Actually, I've just thrown that pretty little pink thing across my living room. And left it there.

What happened? You ask. My needle broke. I'm using Denise needles and have had mostly good luck with them. Maybe I'm just too hard on them; I don't know. There had been a little rough spot at the join on the right side and I had been having a little bit of trouble with my yarn splitting at the rough spot. And I've noticed a few bunged up places because of it. I was going to deal with it.

I'm knitting in the round, which means I'm KNITTING. Knit, knit, knit. No purls or cables or anything to break up the monotony. So, when I saw the few bungs it was actually a relief (because of the boredom) even though I tend to be a perfectionist.

So, we had a friend over and were watching a movie. Now, I really should be studying accounting, but I can't very well do that with company and movie-watching. I can, however, knit. Suddenly - SNAP. The needle broke at the connection and several, maybe about 20, stitches came off. Well, I had to wait until the movie ended and the friend left and then I got my Denise needle case and started to try to transfer the stitches onto a different cable. I got the originally-dropped stitches onto a new cable and was knitting along. BTW, the puppy decided that it was a good time to ask me to play fetch, so I was trying to be accommodating at the same time. I was trying to pay attention to the broken end of the original cable to make sure stitches didn't fall off. I thought it was going okay and then I noticed that six or seven stitches had not only fallen off, but came unraveled a bit, also.

I threw the dog off me and told L to shut up, Neither of which I'm proud of. I shall have to apologize later. I sat there, steaming, and trying to bite my finger tip off. That's when I made the decision. I threw the whole thing clear across the living room and announced that I was giving up knitting. Why not?! I give up on almost everything else - eventually. How long can I stay in school . . . hmmmm???