Go home, poncho, you’re drunk!
I’m starting to think this poncho hates me.
– I cast on, knit about two inches, decided it was way too small. Ripped out.
– I cast on, didn’t like the stitch for what the yarn was doing, decided to change stitches. Ripped out.
– I cast on, knit about six inches, decided it was way too gargantuan. Ripped out.
– Rethought how I wanted to do the shaping/increases.
– Rethought how I wanted the colors to play together.
– Cast on again, have knit about three inches. I’m not sure if it’s the right size or not but now I’m too bitchy to rip it out again. It’ll fit someone.
It’s no longer the yarn in this picture – the only reason I was knitting with that color was because Tiny Kitten chewed through the yarn and so I couldn’t sell it… and I like the color, but not for this project (I wanted more browns than reds).
The 70s have called, and they don’t seem to want me to have a brown and yellow/gold poncho that would have looked quite at home in the streets of San Francisco.
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Such a wonderful time! Thanks for sharing!
just WOW! too much! I'll dedicate a weekend to Ire when you get back. Have fun!
OH MY GOD I wonder if it's too late in life for a career change?! That would be so fun!
Brilliant! I'd watch the hell out of a PBS show of you just traveling and rambling, just sayin'.
I'm sure Molly is thrilled at all the people touching her boobs. Goodness... Those parks are so lovely. And that…
I hope the poncho mojo gets better.