The sweater broke me

Tuesday I was at loose ends. I woke up earlier than usual with a little bit of energy. The problem wasn’t exactly that I had nothing to do. I could have cleaned the house, cooked, done laundry, worked out, done crafting, etc. The problem was that for no specific reason, I didn’t want to do any of those things.

I sat on my couch for probably a half hour trying to figure out what to do with myself. I finally decided to tackle this sweater I made a few weeks ago. It turned out way too big and the measurements were all wrong. So I had decided to rip out the sweater and re-knit it.

Anyway, ripping out this sweater was an apocalypse of yarn. I sat there on the couch and stitch by stitch pulled out the sweater. At some point I started repeating “This has to work. This has to work,” over and over again. Shortly thereafter, I started crying and rocking back and forth.

Clearly trying to feed the dog was just the beginning of my melt down.

After a lot of screaming, the sweater finally was unraveled. I haven’t had the heart to start it again. We need a break.


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