I was finally able to stitch this weekend (hooray! and thank you to everyone who wished me better wrist health!), and I had to crochet a baby sweater.
Not that baby sweaters (or crochet!) are bad, but it’s not what I wanted to do. I wanted to knit on my “wedding season” top, or on the wedding shawl (still not cast on! We have 4 months to go! I love to live on the edge!), but I had to work on this baby sweater.
Because I teach a class on how to make a baby sweater TOMORROW NIGHT. Yes, Tuesday night. And I wanted to have the entire sweater done (all the pieces, anyway) to (a) show to my students who have not made a sweater before (yes, I know that I haven’t either. Shut up. I’m a quick learner) and (b) have read through the pattern so I know it’s not all bollocksed up.
I have made the following progress:
The back is completed.
One of the fronts is completed.
I have determined that the pattern is written by witless trolls who know nothing of crochet but have only heard somewhere that it is a fun torture device when applied properly.
So. Thanks to the witless trolls over at Lion Brand (I cease to publicly recommend their yarn & patterns here and now, though I’m stuck with this pattern of theirs as it’s so late in the game) I have to rewrite the pattern for my students and myself (it says “work buttonholes spacing them evenly on front” but it doesn’t say HOW to work the damn things–as part of the rows? as a separate element? after working the front do I reattach the yarn and work side-to-side? You bastards, tell me something useful!) and do it by 7:00 tomorrow night. I also have to create other class materials, but that’s more of my own fault. I can’t blame the witless trolls at Lion Brand for that, much as I’d like to.
(Did you see that run-on sentence? Holy hell, my high school English teacher would be appalled. But I find it cheering. I don’t know why.)
Oh, and Saturday? First time I cried about the wedding planning. Because it’s a freaking nightmare, people. Absolutely insane. Limited funds + exhortation to invite the whole family (including the completely awful ones) + exhortation to invite people we don’t know = impossible & tears. Fortunately we may have a solution to the madness. More on that later. Because I must go crochet a baby sweater. Ugh.
Only four entire months of insanity left to go! Yipeee!