I really thought I would have lots more done on this by the time I took this picture. I thought I would awe and amaze you all with my progress. That your jaws would go slack and your mind would boggle. I thought you would then know the true time implications of being at an away horse show for five days.
For knitters, rows are like the rings on a tree – they must certainly indicate endless minutes turning into endless hours.
I never once considered the effects of high humidity on my gauge, not to mention the torrential rain. By the third day, I had given up all hope of knitting.
that was about the time the soft sobbing began.