 The very cool copper spider web sculpture, three swatches, and a Monkey sock waiting for a buddy.  (The sock is down now.  In fact, they're on my feet.)
The very cool copper spider web sculpture, three swatches, and a Monkey sock waiting for a buddy.  (The sock is down now.  In fact, they're on my feet.) The Seaming of the Lizard Ridge continues apace, but disaster struck last night when I proved, once again, that I am not as smart as my Mommy thinks I am.
 I'm getting (dare I say it) pretty good at this seaming thing, and I had just finished a really beautiful one, just perfect really, with everything lined up exactly right and no wonkiness or fudging necessary.  I sighed, admired my seam's perfection, and picked up the next square . . . which didn't fit right.  The bottom and top wouldn't match up.  Which, upon closer examination of the squares bound together by my beautiful seam, revealed that I had sewed the bottom to the top instead of the top to the bottom.  Damn.  Damn damn damn damn damn.  Dammit.  I did the only thing possible under the circumstances.  I ripped the whole damn thing out, stitch by stupid stitch (on the plus side, these seams are really sturdy).  I put the whole thing away and spent the rest of the night sulking, eating chocolate, and knitting socks.
I'm getting (dare I say it) pretty good at this seaming thing, and I had just finished a really beautiful one, just perfect really, with everything lined up exactly right and no wonkiness or fudging necessary.  I sighed, admired my seam's perfection, and picked up the next square . . . which didn't fit right.  The bottom and top wouldn't match up.  Which, upon closer examination of the squares bound together by my beautiful seam, revealed that I had sewed the bottom to the top instead of the top to the bottom.  Damn.  Damn damn damn damn damn.  Dammit.  I did the only thing possible under the circumstances.  I ripped the whole damn thing out, stitch by stupid stitch (on the plus side, these seams are really sturdy).  I put the whole thing away and spent the rest of the night sulking, eating chocolate, and knitting socks.
 
 
 
3 comments:
If chocolate works to re-energize you after Dementor attacks, the lizard ridge seaming accidents don't stand a chance against it. (Or am I thinking of wine?)
Expecto mattress-stitchin'!
Bummer! But it's going to be fabulous when you get it done!
Ouch.
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