mrrrep

Having spent all day (more or less) knitting -- and /wow/ can I feel it in my upper arm muscles (knitting is, apparently, exercise for me) -- I have a complete toe and then some. Well, a few rows beyond.

... I am not happy.

( (more) loom-knitting crankiness )

The perfectionist part of me wants to rip the whole thing out and start again, figuring out some way of placeholdering the cast-on stitches so I don't have to try to grope for them. The lazy part of me says that for one thing, my first several socks are going to be utterly crappy anyway, and for another, the problems aren't as horrible as I think they are.

...the perfectionist side is likely to win out, but I haven't yet taken it off.

On the bright side, I love the colors of the yarn I'm using. It's shades of purple and shades of green, and even though it's not the official name I think of it as vineyard yarn, because the purples are grape-purple and the greens are vine-green and it's just seriously yummy.

(It would also cause problems amongst the Drazi, but seeing as how I don't know any, that's not a problem.)