If I ever knit any more garter stitch or stockinette again ever in my life I'm gonna snap and . . . and . . . I dunno, build a shrine to Dick Cheney? That signifies deep madness, right?
I need a lace pattern and some small needles like woah.
That said, I might be able to convince myself to put sleeves on one last baby sweater because it really is damn cute. Someday my friends' children are going to rise up and smother me in all the knitwear I make them. This is a day far in the future, however, as none of them are older than one yet, so I'm safe for a few years.
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