I spent some quality time with my nostepinne yesterday. I frogged my owlie sweater last year and the yarn has been sitting in a giant center-pull ball at the top of my shelf ever since. I was paranoid about the wool losing its elasticity so after deciding on a movie, Legends of the Fall, I put my nostepinne to work! I got 8 yarn cakes from it…but they’re all different sizes. Odd.
A few days ago I frogged my summerflies shawl/scarf/bib/utter crap. People liked it but I didn’t, no biggie.
Oy. And then my Bird of Passage. When I did it the first time ’round I did the backwards loop cast on incorrectly (but it’s so easy, right?). I told myself f#$% it, just keep going. I set it aside for a few weeks and when I came back to it a few days ago decided to just start over from the beginning. As soon as three rows were pulled out I regretted it…but it was too late for me to stop.
It didn’t help that my Mom saw the pile of yarn the next day and asked me what the hell I was thinking. I just hung my head in shame.