...sort of. I wish my mom didn't try to solve my problems for me. Her point of view is drastically different from mine. I understand her worry comes from a place of love, but her expression of that worry has all the tact of a raging hippo.
That out of the way--I finished a sock. That actually did wonders for my self esteem after my mother's lecture on how I should be using my education without actually using those words. Is it my fault I didn't realize that I didn't actually want to be an engineer until I tried to get an actual job as one.
No one told me I would have to sign off at least three years of my life for most consulting firms. I'm sorry I can't live like that.
Sorry, I honestly didn't mean to blog about this. I meant to blog about the sock. It's purple and its for Freesia. It has the cutest lace pattern in the cuff, and when I post the picture, I'll post the link to the pattern. The only problem is I'm using metal needles size two, and the yarn is from Brown Sheep, Cotton Fine. Very splippery and I really do need bamboo for this yarn, but I've decided to forge ahead with the aluminum.
And to those who might want to make a donation to the Hunt-Smith poor fund, leave a comment, and I will get back to you :D.