How I know it’s crunch time for all knitters – I get a call from Aimee:
Aimee: Hey, did you knit the (some pattern) with (some number of stitches)? Because I’m doing it, and it doesn’t look right. Too small.
Julie: Yeah, I did that. I added 10 stitches to make it bigger. And you have to knit it longer than the pattern says or it won’t fit.
Aimee: Cool.
Yeah, then later, I realize that the number of stitches Aimee had mentioned (protected here because the recipient of (some pattern) reads the blog occasionally) didn’t sound right. So I texted her and told her maybe I fucked up and cast on too many stitches, so don’t listen to me and just cast on however many the pattern calls for plus an increment of stitches. And then I got back from lunch and looked at my project page on Ravelry and realized that I had not in fact knit (some pattern). I had knit (some other pattern). So I just texted her that.
Since when does staying up until 12:30 and wrapping and packing Christmas gifts like a mad dervish screw with my mind like this and make me into a space cadet? I must be getting old…
Wait, What? You’re WRAPPING already?!
Crap. I gotta go. I have stuff to do…
Yeah. It occurred to me that I have to get 6 packages in the mail by the first of the week or I am fucked. No one will have Christmas presents if I don’t.
Welcome to the club, deary. Stuff like that happens to me all the time.
BTW, wrapping already? You do suck.
You are making the rest of us look bad! I haven’t even started Christmas shopping yet. I apparently love the adrenaline rush (read: stress) of last minute shopping.
You’re WRAPPING? I hate you. I don’t even HAVE wrapping paper yet.
You’re still wrapping stuff? Pffffftttt!
‘Only when sinister knitters rule the world will you see redacted knitting notes.” –anon
One of these days we’re going to have to have a blogger meetup and you girls are going to have to teach me this knitting thing. Crocheting I can do – but knitting is waaaay cooler.
I hope you took pictures of the spoils so that we can see a post-view of them once they’ve all been unwrapped and treasured forevah by their recipients. I had to get all of my shopping, wrapping done by T-giving because a. of all) I am cheap and wanted to send them home to Cleveland on the Daddy Express and b. of all) I no longer have the capacity to bend over such that if my presents are bigger than a Scrabble chip, I can no longer handily wrap them.