Let’s start with the obvious:
Now that I work at a library it’s like “oh hey, I can check out any book I want to!” Plus since I’m there all the time, I can return them on time… although I don’t think it matters since (supposedly) I don’t get fined. Yeah right.
My copy of Little Women is so badly abused. The spine broke, pages are all shifted from where they’re falling out. Yet somehow the libraries copy has withstood the test of time? Jesus, I need to check myself. (Before I wreck myself. Word.)
What else makes me sad? Contests.
I entered two knitting contests this year. The first was earlier in the year, it was the knitty calendar contest.
(There was another photo I submitted, it’s around here somewhere…)
Yep, that’s Victoria from knitty. Those are from our wedding, in Hawaii. So, maybe they felt like I’d already won.
This one also didn’t win! It was for the Crazy Aunt Purl sweater contest. However, it is chillin in the photo gallery for the contest, which if you haven’t checked out yet, you should. Although, it’ll take a while to go through. At least a loooot of people get to see it thanks to her gallery, which it hardly sees the light of day in my flickr.
Anyways, I don’t want to get myself down thinking about how I’m a total loser. Lame.
Oh great! Another downer. Garter stitch is getting me down man, it’s like… the man, man. Especially when you have to go out of your way to make it garter stitch. It’s one thing when it just happens naturally, you’re like alright, fine. Then when it’s time to actually knit one row, purl another to get the illusion of garter stitch it’s kind of like let’s smack this pony on the ass and giddyup. (To take a phrase from my dad.)
Also, I’m on dessert duty for Thanksgiving. Which is great because I love to bake (and never get to since someone doesn’t eat sweets. Or read this blog so my guilt trip will go unnoticed.) but at the same time… everyone wants pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving right? Nobody wants Thanksgiving muffins. So, I’m resigned, pumpkin pie. Maybe I could slip another dessert in without anyone noticing? Eh?
You know what doesn’t make me sad though? You. Leave me some love. ❤