I’ve been working on the Pomatomus sock pattern this past week. It’s been frustrating for me. There is something about the pattern where my brain kind of forgets to add the yarn over several rows in a row and then at some point I realize that I have, like, six fewer stitches than I am supposed to have and i can’t really figure out how to fix it. At one point on the leg I decided that I needed to frog and start over. then this morning, I got as far as the gusset before I discovered another screw up. I couldn’t figure out how to fix it. So I just got pissed and threw a tantrum. Over my knitting. I threw the unfinished sock across the room, flipped it off, frogged the mother-fucker, and, in a final act of defiance, ripped up the pattern and threw it in the garbage. Then I put the ball of Socks that Rock into my closet. I don’t want to even look at that fucking ball of yarn in a long time.

Lesson learned: When you are flipping off your project it’s time to back slowly away from the knitting and move on.