If you don’t like today’s post…
…blame Jen. (Ha! You were expecting me to say, “tough shit” weren’t you?) When I asked, “What should I blog about today?” She replied “knitting…” and then proceeded to laugh her ass off at me. So, I don’t need to beg forgiveness because all I’ve blogged about all week long is knitting. It’s all Jen’s fault…
…oh, and Dana’s too, because she’s the one who, in Monday’s comments said:
…I’m making the peacock shawl too, I’d love to see pics of your progress.
Never being one who likes to disappoint (it just comes naturally):
This is Chart Seven of Nine of the Peacock Feathers Shawl

…NINE!…there are nine EFFING charts in this pattern! NINE!!! 7 in the body, and 2 for the edging. I swear, this is the most complicated knitting I have done to date. It has frustrated me to the point where I gave it several well-deserved time-outs. Ok, I guess it probably doesn’t help that I knit this at my desk…at work…during work hours…shhhhh, but that just makes it more challenging.
“Ok, that’s an awfully large chart, La, where are you at?” (Don’t you just love it when people talk to themselves?)

Now just put a 1 in front of that “84″. That means that I have a total of 366 stitches on the needles right now.

Sorry I didn’t stretch it out but…hello! That’s 366 stitches…like any of YOU would take it off the needles at this point. Besides, I’m kind of scared to. I mean, what if it’s all fucked up? I don’t know if my OCD would let me deal, and I’d have to rip the entire friggin thing out. Whereas, if I waited until it was done and discovered it was all fukacta’d (thanks Jen…LOVE that word) my laziness would take over and there would be no rippage…just the application of feline logic: if I don’t see it, it doesn’t exist.
In other news, because it can’t ALWAYS be about me. You all should go see the newest arrivals over at Stacey’s. Yup, she’s peddling pussy. What do you mean, “Bad La!”? Aw, c’mon, you all know you were thinking it! But seriously, how cute are those newborns? WAAAY…
Mim has revised charts for Seraphim, which she obligingly sent my way, so this weekend will find me bossing around my knitting. It’ll probably entail some rippage (and much cussage), but if that’s the sacrifice I have to pay to have that shawl done and a done right and perfect and beautiful, then bring it on!
Yeah, so who will be checking in with me on Monday just to see how much well that goes, huh? And who of you will be checking in to watch my head explode as I recount whole “bossing Seraphim” went?

for Mom as well, which is
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