Still here, still pluggin’ along.
Yeah, it’s still here. If I can’t do perfect double crochet by the time I’m done, there’ll be no hope for me.
I missed Sunday Sevens this week (sorry Natalie) due to a rather massive case of the blahs. Apparently I‘m suffering from a major case of post-project let down/fatigue mixed in a blender with a healthy dose of pre-surgery anxiety. Blech. So there’s been a whole lot of nothing going on around here.
On a brighter note, I have gotten most of my books back in the bookcase, and I’m sipping a fruit smoothie while I’m typing this.
Now back to this problem. This sweater needs a new name, perhaps “King Tut” because it’s cursed! Or perhaps “Lucretia Borgia.” Look at this. What is that exactly?
It’s not a double crochet, that’s for sure, which fouls up the perfection thing. Apparently I melded a single crochet into a double crochet to create an unnecessary decrease. I would call it drunk crocheting except I almost never drink alcohol. And it’s the second time I’ve crocheted this row. The first time (not counting the great frogging episode after discovering this) was because I just randomly added a chain between two doubles, which would have left a rather noticeable hole in the front of the sweater. Frogging back AGAIN. Arrrrgggggh!!!!
Crochet is not that difficult. I promise I’m better at it than this aggravating piece of fluff is showing. Sigh.
Well, I must exercise tonight and then decide do I spend time with King Tut or do I start pulling together info for the taxman? Wow, such exciting choices.