I'm Such a Hooker

What a perfect Friday evening. A celeb mag, a glass of Pinot Noir, and an easy peasy crocheted scarf. The only thing ruining it for me is the god forsaken dog across the way who is currently trying for the Guiness world record for barking non-stop. I love dogs. I love my dogs. I would never ever harm a dog. But I am about two seconds away from throwing a handful of rocks over the wall. I don't want to actually hit the Labrador of Lucifer with said rocks. I just want to surprise it into silence. In other news, I have finished Juliet. I am more disappointed than I was when Rusted Root turned out to be infant sized. I was feeling mighty confident that Juliet would fit me. I didn't even break a sweat when I tried it on midway and thought, "Hmm seems a tad roomy". Alas, it is GINORMOUS on me. I'm going to give it to my Sister for Christmas. It breaks my heart to send it away. I will definitely try again though. Maybe this time I'll use the specified yarn instead of being a cheapskate and using Lionbrand Wool-Ease Chunky. Needless to say I've lost a bit of confidence in my knitting ability. What does one do when times are tough like this? You start hooking. It makes me feel a bit guilty. Making my knitting take a backseat to the hook. Crocheting is easy easy easy. I don't often feel like I'm the most brainless person alive while doing it. On the other hand, knitting challenges me. It's constantly pushing me to new levels. Mocking me when I make a mistake. Knitting is a snobby little bitch and I love her arrogance. Can't help myself. Note...Dear Knitting, I promise I will devote more time to you darling. Just let me get in these last few rows on my half double crochet scarf and I'll be right with you.