So I'm knitting, and I'm knitting, and I'm knitting, and I don't even like this yarn but Judah picked it s fine, and this thing is huge and I'm lower on the main color than I'm comfortable being, and how am I not there yet?, and this is ridiculous, and augh.
And I double-check the pattern.
Which clearly tells me to increase four stitches on right-side rows, and two stitches on wrong-side rows.
I stare down this shawl. I see that there is no way to fix this; it is the wrong shape, I don't have the yardage, et cetera.
I give a little whimper, and I slide the needles out, and I unravel. The whole. Damn. Thing.
I was so sure I'd have at least three of the four hand-knitted gifts done in time. Well. I have two - Mom's shawl and Adam's hat.
*eyes ball of yarn* *picks the needles back up* *curses under her breath*