Yes, that's right. Stocking one can rot in hell. At least until I've finished stocking two.
Bitches up, hoes down, this means war, and my enemy is Stocking 1.
I am shunning it. I am measuring. I am gauge swatching. I will not let Melanie Falick get the best of me. I bougt the damn book for this pattern, and I'm going to do it, damnit. They will be right. They will be calculated...and even if i need another two balls of yarn, I will surpass the SHORT as F--- Melanie Falick.
Why do I do this to myself? Love of the process. And to say that I've made them. I'm not a fearless knitter. I'm a determined to do what is impossible knitter. With the finished product as my motivation, I take up my swords (or needles if you're going to be quotidien about it) and do a right thrust towards the ball of Aurora 4. I will make it fall like the Roman Empire. I will...
I should just do it and stop writing about it.