It is Sunday, a good day to reflect and repent.
I have committed the great sin of pride.
Okay, back up a bit. I spent Thursday and Friday on a trip to Victoria to visit my dear old friend Jean-Pierre. On the way south, I picked up a knitting machine that I found on Craigslist. Sin's tentacles extend in many directions, some of them circular. I used to have an identical knitting machine that I lugged around for 25 years, finally giving it to a thrift shop when I found no takers on, you guessed it, Craigslist. The months passed, but I had too many ideas for machine knit fabric still lurking in my brain, so I slid back to the temptations of another fabric tool/toy.
Once in Victoria, I dropped into Knotty By Nature, the fabulous fibre art supply store. I managed to resist the coy glances in my direction from the lusciously dyed silk roving, the bold solicitations of the dew-retted flax, but caved utterly and completely at the display of Habu.
I fell for the stainless steel and silk. (I have not been alone in this fall, see Penny Nickel's experience.)
Once home, pride reared its arrogant head. Forget that I hadn't used a knitting machine in years, forget that thread weight yarns are tricky at best - I was going to knit the Kushu Kushu scarf on my new machine.
Which I did.
Then I decided I didn't like the drape and unraveled it. (You know where this is going.) I rehung the scarf (it now being 9:30 at night with Lasqueti-level lighting) and proceeded to *#&%#!!! the whole thing up.
At quarter to 11 I admitted that I was beat and went to bed, where my unconscious processed my shame in a series of scolding dreams.
Today I will repent. A cone of sensible sportweight wool awaits.