That's all I seem to do these days. The frustration level is getting higher and worse yet, getting to me. I miss Edith. There, I said it. When I lived in L.A., I'd often make a mistake and simply head over to Ventura Blvd. the next day and get it fixed and merrily continue on with my project. Tonight I tried to knit back, gave up and tried frogging a few rows but I couldn't get that damn needle back in appropriately. Again, 30 rows are gone and I'm left with a beautiful ball of yarn. I love the yarn but loved my project more.
I hate my LYS, every time I bring something in to be fixed she looks at me like I have 10 heads. It goes something like this...
LYS Owner: What kind of stitches are these?
Me: Trust me it's not that complicated, here's the pattern.
LYS Owner: A pattern, why don't you just do garter stitches.
Me: I like a little variety.
LYS Owner: I think you need to start over.
LYS Owner: Because you can't fix this when there are all these stitches in there.
Me: I know I can't fix it that's why I've come to the woman who owns the yarn store and is supposed to be an expert.
LYS Owner: Why, we just knit garter stitch dishcloths and fun fur scarves.
Me: I hate you.
LYS Owner: Honey, here's some cotton, go wild!
Okay, that last part's just in my head.
It's so frustrating but this too shall pass. Luckily, I had some diversions this weekend. I had a blast in South Beach! The east coast is beautiful and the ocean is so different than the gulf, although much cooler. I even got a lot of sun - unheard of for me. It's sexy on me, too bad it kills you. I loved the drive across the Alley as long as I didn't open the windows. Who knew there were so many mosquitos in the Everglades? I saw an alligator, ate tremendous Cuban food and met a few skimpy bathing suits.
Enough of that, it's time to cast on, AGAIN!