no self control. none. at all.
I am feeling really anxious about how late I am leaving Isabelle’s quilt but I just can’t stop. First I wasted no less than 5 hours trying to graft the stupid thing back together after ripping out the offending eight rows. I actually managed to graft the cables but there was just no amount of bashing my head against the blackberry stitch that was going to work and eventually I had to concede defeat. I write this as I wait for the frogged yarn to cool after wetting it as I rewound it and then microwaving it - thankyou Bonne Marie.
It will probably only take me an hour to reknit the top of the left front, and then maybe another hour to re seam it, I am not sure how long to graft the collar back on. But seriously, what was I thinking spending 5 hours trying to graft blackberry stitch? I could be done by now and working on that quilt. I would say live and learn but I probably won’t (learn that is).