Poor Chocolate Sheep decided to join me in an impromptu little knit along. Yup. Like a sheep to slaughter. We both started it at home. Many. Many. Times. We both took it to Knit Night and cursed it's very name. ['198 Yards of Happiness' my A**!] Many. Many. Times. In fact when I went to Knit Night I had 15 rows done. I worked on it for 4 hours and by the time I left, I only had twelve and I think The Sheepster may have actually been in tears.
When I got home, I sequestered myself; no TV, no music, no obvious distractions. [I say 'obvious' because with me there is always a distraction..."Oh look at that pretty dust mote in that ray of sun...Shiny!] I knit, and ripped, and swore but I gutted through until I finished it!
I don't know why it was so difficult for me. The line directions were abysmal but the charted pattern was perfectly clear. I just couldn't get it. And I never really did. It never clicked. The only thing that got it done was anger and sheer pigheadedness. I discovered that the name was apropos after all. I don't think I've ever been so happy to complete a project! [I will also take an evil glee in the future when I tell others, "Oh, you only have the one skein? You know what you oughtta to is make that uber easy little pattern '198 Yards of Happiness'! Yes, it's a JOY to knit!" Heh! Heh! Heh! Misery loves company is all I'm sayin'!]
And here's the BOB part. I'm trying to grow my hair out to one length after years of a SHORT layered cut. I told Scott H. down at Penny's Salon West (Go see him! He's a hair maestro!) that I wanted that sleek 'Sandra Bullock in Speed' type of do. To his credit, he didn't so much as smirk as he ran his fingers through my 'Little Orphan Annie Stuck Her Finger In A Socket' mop. He cut. He combed. He lather, rinsed, and repeated as needed. He moussed, gelled, dried and styled. And God love him, this was the result:
(Do you know how hard it is to take a picture of the back of your own head??)
I'm here to tell you that miracles can happen, People! Take a good look because this is the last time it will probably look like this. Scott has magic hands and I can never replicate the way he does it, but for this brief moment in time, I'm certain I shouldn't slow the bus down to less that 55MPH!
How's YOUR week going?