Yeah, I'm obsessed. Again. What is it with me? Why does this happen? And why does it happen in my sleep?
Friday night I kept dreaming about knitting those cute little doggie leg warmers. They're totally useless, but they're so damn cute. So all night I'm dreaming about them. When I finally dragged my @ss out of bed, I knew I had to knit them. Right then.
So I fiddled with them all day. All day, people. I tried different weight yarns with different size needles. I finally chose Claudia's Chocolate Cherry puffy fingering, size 2.5 US needles, and went to town.
After we came back from town (haha, Franklin, if you need to know), I kept working on the first of those little suckers. How can something with such a simple pattern be such a pain in the ass? It couldn't be because I'm knitting something totally useless and wasting my good yarn, could it? It couldn't be that damn obsession. It couldn't be the wine. I don't drink that early in the day.
Anyway, by bedtime, I had one tiny useless legwarmer, minus the useless ribbon that won't hold it up on any dog's leg, but it'll be adorable. I tried it on Zippy but he tried to hide, running without putting any weight on that foot, and no it wasn't too tight. It was too humiliating. This from a dog who regularly puts up with humiliation.
I managed to get the second useless one started last night, but I just couldn't finish it. That flu-shovel hit me again and I had to go to bed even earlier than usual on a Sunday night.
Pray for me. I don't want to go through my entire stash making useless leg warmers. Please send help. And wine. Red. I'm going to need it.