Double darn
I-cord edging redux: You may be sick of hearing me gas on about I-cord edging, but me? I'm on a path of personal growth and discovery. I think I'm in love. The I-cord bind-off--so simple, so finished, so absolutely perfect. Then why do I feel like digging my entrails out with a knitting needle?
No one told me the button bands might flare!
You know how it is when you fall in love. The object of desire has no faults, no annoying habits. We project all our desires and fantasies onto the loved one. Endorphins run high. You experience that limerant feeling of oneness, perfect connection.
And then the sh*t hits the fan.
Oh, well, back to reality. I'm still in love, just more grounded now. Time to rip and I-cord again with a smaller needle. In the meantime, take a peeky:
Woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown
Daily kudos: Check it out! Rachael's got swag!
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