(Which is to say–The Frog.)
That’s right–I love the Baby Surprise Jacket so much that I have unraveled the whole thing into little balls of yarn and have begun reknitting it (mostly while watching episodes of Firefly). I did this because, despite my best efforts, the decreases weren’t lining up the way they were supposed to.
It gets better. So now I’ve gotten about, I don’t know, 25 rows in…and I was doing so well that I forgot to put the cuff increases in a few rows back. Can I put them in now? I thought. Can I go ahead without them? Nope, the math won’t work out and the entire BSJ will dissolve into shapeless anarchy. Worse shapeless anarchy than it’s supposed to look like.
So now I have to unravel back and catch the stitches on the right row so that I can do the increases.
Any normal person reading this would vow never to knit a Baby Surprise Jacket, they would tear the pattern out of whatever book and set it afire and then urinate on the flames. But. I swear. The problem is that I am stupid and inattentive. The whole thing is actually quite simple, and would knit up perfectly if I would Just. Pay. Attention.
If my pills allowed me to drink without provoking liver failure, I’d be passed out on the floor by now.