I messed up a knitting project this weekend. I mean really messed up. The kind of messed up where I realized that, somewhere along the way, while I wasn’t paying attention, I had nearly doubled the number of stitches I was supposed to have on the needles.
And I wondered why this shawl project was taking so long.
So anyway, I really did fantasize about throwing my project onto the floor and stomping on it. Then coming back with a pair of golf cleats and stomping on it some more. Then, strapping it to a bottle rocket and launching it into the clouds. The obliging bottle rocket would then set the whole thing gloriously on fire and the ashes of my benighted project would rain from the heavens.
So what if I don’t own any golf cleats? I could probably make my own with a pair of old sneakers and some thumb tacks. I’m a crafty kind of gal.
So did I do it? No.
After I was done with the first few rounds of revenge fantasies, I sat down and frogged my project, then started again.
Aren’t you proud of me? No pyrotechnics? Only a little bit of weeping.
What do you fantasize about when you realize you’ve messed up a project?