I was working on that beautiful sock you see in the previous post last night. It is beautiful, isn’t it? Well, it was more that a few times that I realized that I was off in my counting and had to rip out some stitches. I was beginning to become frustrated. It was also late and I had been knitting for some time. Now, I was just venting, but I did say a few choice words, throw a ball or 2 of yarn and what not, but I really was fine.
It was here that my husband very tactfully gave me his opinion. “Honey, why don’t you take a little break?”
Me: “I’m fine”
DH: “Do I have to do an intervention?”
DH: “Yes, intervention. You are obviously suffering from Yarn Rage.”