Frogging

I've come to the conclusion that one should never drink and knit. Even one (and a half) hasty glasses of white wine on Thursday loosened my self-control enough that the same misguided impetus that used to drive me to send inappropriate texts, usually to exes, often at 2am, this time made me haul out my emergency stash of knitting on the train home.

And since then, something mysterious and irrevocable has gone wrong with my neat little square of basketweave stitch, and despite repeated frogging over the weekend I just can't get it back the way it was. Rather like with those exes. If only one could frog back stupid remarks (and relationships). The other day I caught myself thinking 'Apple Z' after making some kind of cooking-related error. That's when you know you've been at work on a Mac too long.

If anyone cares, on this inaugural blog, about my basketweave stitch, I will post a picture soon. My plan is to make a massive heirloom-type patchwork blanket (this may turn into a cushion-cover or possibly coaster, at this rate).