Epic fail is: -Deciding that you're going to get a present finished on time, dammit, and cast on a pair of socks for Lil Sis's birthday two weeks in advance.
-Knitting your /ass/ off, spending hours deciphering the fiddly cable pattern, going back and correcting countless dropped stitches, miscrossed cables, and other fun anomalies.
-Spending the entire weekend before Lil Sis' birthday celebration knitting, getting so close you can taste it.
-Finding out that it's time to get to the restaurant, and you've got this:
See that? That is one inch. ONE INCH.
So bitter was my defeat, when I informed Lil Sis that she'd get them next weekend, at the birthday celebration with Dad. So vile was my hatred, when I got teased at my inability to finish projects on time. So tender was my satisfaction when I finished up the toe the next day and danced around the house with them in my hands. And so firm is my resolve that from now on, Lil Sis can make her own damn socks.
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Okay, I feel bad for mocking your inability to finish things on time. They /are/ truly bitchin' socks.
They /are/. I might even make a pair like them for me. I'm not making a pair for Auntie Trish, since they're such a god-awful timesuck.
So, I noticed you have a knitting blog, Miss 'I'm so cool I knit with /five/ needles.'
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