Frustration

 Bank holiday weekend comes with the gift of an extra day's respite from ordinary life, so I didn't expect to feel frustrated today, but I am.

See these stitches in all their gorgeousness. Part of my attempt at a shrug which is finished, but doesn't fit. Before casting on, I knew the amount of yarn I had was a bit on the skimpy side, but I figured if I knitted faster, it would be enough. Stretch the space-time continuum or something . It looks lovely, just not on me. Actually, probably not on anyone who doesn't resemble a weeble.

The thing that distresses me the most is that the time invested in making it has been wasted. Spare hours are the most precious commodity as I try to shoehorn everything I want to do and need to accomplish into the allotted 24/7.

Megan was right the other day, what I need is a wife.