Someday little girl,
you'll wonder what life's about,
what others have known,
few battles are won alone...
("True Grit", Glenn Campbell)* I finally cast the Little Red Riding Hoodie's stiches off the knitting needles and it now awaits steeking up the front and down the armholes---and sleeves....and a hood... (You can click on the picture to make it bigger, to see the details better. That's a big pink candle that's holding the top edge down.) But I'm in the midst of a terrible quandary about a particular detail I want to add to the cardigan. I want to put some leaf trim up the front, over the hood, and down the other side. The problem is, the leaf pattern is knit in a manner so as to have the leaves facing only one direction. I want to be able to knit half of the trim with the leaves facing the OTHER direction. Otherwise, the leaves will be in a downward direction on one of the cardigan's sides. I'd rather it to be symmetrical, with 2 rows of leaves facing each other and aiming upwards. And so, I've been trying to re-write the leaf pattern in order to have the whole thing face the other direction--- an endeavor in which I've been successful......except for the last two dratted rows. In fact, the last two dratted rows of this 18-row pattern are driving me NERTS, I tell you, plumb NERTS! In fact, trying to get the last 2 rows of this dratted pattern to work out correctly is proving as difficult to achieve as getting a cat to look at me when I'm talking to her... LATE-BREAKING NEWS BULLETIN: Update on the Leaf Trim! I think I may have done it! After 2 dang days of fussing with this damn leaf trim, I think I just may have written the correct pattern for reversing the direction of the leaves, yeehah! Oh yeah, baby! Graph paper and stubbornness rocks! I now have 2 strands of leaves a-knitting---facing each other, aimed upwards. Hot diggity dog.... (I could go on and on but I won't...) (Smart ass Blaine said something to the effect of: "It's not as if you solved a problem which plagued ancient man for a millenia---like when they finally invented the wheel..." ) (To which I quickly retorted: "And pray tell, just how do YOU know that ancient man wasn't in DEEP THOUGHT about how to solve the problem of The One-Directional Knitted Leaf Trim?") Oh, yes--- (speaking of problems), here's an update on the day when I was supposed to meet the female therapist for a swim class at the gym: That morning I had called her in a panic, stating that I had the last minute jitters and that I could go to the gym and meet her--- but that I knew that under no circumstances would I be able to don a bathing suit and appear half-nekkid in front of 20 or 30 other ladies in that dadblame water-exercise class. I just knew I wouldn't be able to put myself into what I perceived to be a very vulnerable position. She said okay and to just to meet her there anyway. She said that, if nothing else, we'd at least take a tour of the gym. So I agreed to meet her at 1:45 pm in the gym's front lobby. And she made me promise not to be late since her schedule is so tight. I arrived 15 minutes early and perched myself upon a couch in the gym's front lobby. And she never showed up. I tried calling the therapist but only got her voice mail. I left 2 voice messages telling her I was in the gym's front lobby. Then, totally freaking out, I called Blaine at 2:25 pm and he told me to "just go home". I could tell he was irked. Upon arriving home I called my case manager and told him the whole thing. He told me to relax and that "maybe it was just a big mistake". A little while later, the female therapist called me. And then she actually had the unmitigated GALL to be stern in asking me if I were SURE that I had truly "been there at 1:45 pm". But I vigorously defended myself and insisted that I most certainly WAS there, dammit---15 minutes early, in fact. After she realized I really had been there, she gave me the following