I knit.
Therefore I am. (Frustrated, that is.)
Well, I attempt to knit. That's something.
How cute is this yarn? I mean reeeally. Right.
This probably doesn't look like much.
That's because it's not.
It's not a hat. Or gloves. Or socks. Or even part of any of those things.
And a baby.
These are legwarmers.
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These are legwarmers.
Bitty baby legwarmers.
I've been working on these since, well since Christmas. I have 2 inches of one done. At this rate she can wear them, say, sometime next year? I can't seem to finish any knitting or crochet project I start. The reason for this is:
a. I have children.
b. Four of them.
b. Four of them.
c. Children need things.
d. Like food.
e. And clean clothes.
f. And breastmilk (and unfortunately I need two hands to knit. Crap)
g. And attention.
h. And legwarmers. Oops. Working on that.
i. Also, it takes me so long to finish any project that by the third month I'm bored and working on another project too (can I get an amen?)
i. Also, it takes me so long to finish any project that by the third month I'm bored and working on another project too (can I get an amen?)
I probably should have made these bigger.
Like toddler size.