I can’t tell you how many f-bombs flew from my mouth today. I lost count after the first thirty. Seriously, there is a reason that this sweater is called the tangled yoke.
I have spent about five hours trying to master the first four rows of the cable pattern. Tangling the yoke and then untangling the yoke. I finally gave up and ripped back to the decrease row. My mind is numb and my wrist hurts so I think I am going to crawl on to the couch tonight, wine in hand, bundled in my quilt and watch some Project Runway on Tivo. Then maybe, just maybe, I will attack this sucker again tomorrow.