Why oh why don’t I listen?? Will I never learn?? Where did you guys go wrong with me?
Despite every single one of you saying to hold off on fiber surgery until I felt better, I went ahead and did it.
The first two mis-crosses went beautifully. And I was feeling very cocky all “look how good I am, oh my god am I good or what? I can hardly wait to blog this.”
I suppose I deserve everything that happened next, but to tell you the truth, I really don’t know what happened. All hell broke loose. Even reflecting on it now, I can’t figure out what went wrong – I thought I did everything the same way I did the first two, but clearly I did not.
I kept fiddling with it trying to make it work. I mean I was so close. So close. But the fiddling was beginning to make it worse. And after hours and hours, I decided to rip and reknit.
A more accurate statement might be ….. after hours and hours of trying things this way and that and subsequent impotent rage and frustration, Ann decided to not take a scissors to the whole f-ing mess and simply rip it out.