Subtitled: “Why I shouldn’t knit before 8:00 am”
See, it all started so innocently. I had been working on these mittens for Patrick the day before. I almost finished them. All that was left was to pick up the stitches on the last thumb and knit up a few rows, and then to seam them both up.
I got everyone ready for school, lunches packed, breakfasts eaten (mostly), Vitamin C’s chewed, tennies tied, hoodies on, bookbags over heads and shoulders, and had the youngest 2 out the door right on time to catch the bus. Now that the leaves have all fallen off the trees in our front yard, I can sit on my bed and look out my window at their bus stop to make sure they don’t do anything too awful while they’re waiting.
I was sitting there watching them and thought, hey, I bet I could whip out that thumb real quick while I’m waiting here,then get started on my regular morning chores. I picked up the mittens, the ball of yarn, my size 6’s, and promptly did this:
Can you spot what I did wrong?
Honestly, at this point, I’m just glad I didn’t finish up the thumb. Maybe I’ll pick these back up after I’ve loaded the dishwasher and folded some clothes. That’ll teach me to try to sneak in knitting, huh?
