“Yo” or “Lost in Friggin Translation”

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My mother sent me a pattern for a dish cloth to try. Major yawn. I want make hats or something fun!

“Do it! It will teach you stitches you need to know!” Ma says.

Fine.

I start reading the pattern and it says “knit2, yo” and follows with more knitting.

I’m all excited like “Yo right back at ya!” And kept on trucking. A little while later nothing is looking like it should and I come to realize that “yo” is not an informal greeting from my pattern. It’s a direction.

Yarn Over.

Ahhhhh. Well damn. Why didn’t you say so? 3 YouTube videos later I think I’m finally getting it. I would ask my mom for help but she’s too busy laughing her butt off at me to be useful.

It Is Done!

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Wahoo!!! I did it! My first successful project is completed! I’d like to thank the Academy and God be because with Him all things are possible! And my Momma!

There’s just one problem…

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I did the backstitch like the pattern called for and I hate it! It leaves this gnarly ridge. You can’t do that in a baby hat! Their soft heads will form right around that. Then you’ll have a a trench head baby. No one wants that.

I’m making another one now just try a mattress stitch and see if that makes it better.

I Break for Free Schtuff

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I got this flyer via email today and I’m all about picking some free goodies! I also got a coupon for 20% off yarn. Check your local Michael’s and see if they have this event going on in your neck of the woods. Could be fun and who doesn’t like to kill an hour or so in Michael’s anyway?
Now watch the yarn be tiny little cross stitch spool sized giveaways…stingy mo-fos…If I’m gonna wait all day to knock old ladies over too be first in line it better be worth it.

The saddest cat to ever love knitting

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Well looks like I won’t be using my yamaka to hold my keys after all. Our cat, The Professor, has taken it as his own kitty pillow upon which he ponders the mysteries of the universe. Or just as a prop to look pathetic and beg for chicken, tuna, or whatever the hell is in the can I’m opening. It’s just oranges you freak! Go away!