Second Sleeve Syndrome.
I'm looking at the picture, and thinking, hey, there's a fold in the arm there Brigitte.
NO. I messed up!! (And I only just noticed this now as I'm posting...) Look at the first Charlie Brown repeat. Man...
*screams and swears into pillow*
Do you think anyone will notice...?
Le Super Big Bummer.
OK. I'm ok now. At least the Central Park Hoodie is looking just fine. I'm on the second sleeve, which should be done by tomorrow night, I hope.
I'm going to have a drink now.
(PS - Hi Kathryn! Thanks for the compliments on the rug. I actually purchased it, and another one, on a trip to Morocco in 2002. Their rugs are unique (and not exported out of Morocco for sale) - this one was bought in a small village, and the design is completely random and made from what colours they had available.)
"Mom's not doing well right about now. I think she's swearing, but I really shouldn't repeat what she's saying... Something about *poopy* Second Sleeve Syndrome, my *butt*... Knitting! Dude, that's why I choose to sleep and eat and stuff."