Bad Blogger! Bad!

Eh, so, I am a bad, bad blogger.
I PINKY SWEAR I will post my one and only FO soon. (As soon as that pesky camera cord comes out of hiding.) Anyways...

Today I *finally* went to the library and got some knitting books. I've really been looking forward to getting Leigh Radford's One Skein for the Mohair Pillow pattern. I have this deliciously soft, huggable, soft skein of Caron Bliss in red, and I have been DYING to knit with it. I've never felt anything so soft before, so, of course, I need about four skeins of it to make this darn pillow. @#$&$%#. I bought the last skein of this yarn in the entire wasteland of Arizona. #$^#$&^$. OF COURSE, eBay not only doesn't have a skein or two or three in the red, but not even in blue so I can stripe the pillow. Every color the @#$&^ yarn comes in EXCEPT red and blue. 'Nuff said.

Also at the library today I got a copy of Knitting on the Edge. So I swatched. And swatched. And swatched. Just to mix things up because the evil slippers of doom are being doomful and monotonous and vile little slippery things. (More on those brats later.) So, I had this cute little leafy thing and all was going great in the land of Cassie's knitting when a stitch dropped. And that dropped stitch was somehow keeping the whole thing together. And it imploded. Into a tangly mess of "light periwinkle" throwup onto my lap. Ew.

After that disaster, I got the brilliant idea to finally start the Gryffindor-Scarf-of-a-Million-Dreams-and-Wishes that I have wanted since I was a wee tot. Sure, I've never knitted in the round before, but hey, I knitted a bear without knowing what I was doing, so this should be easy PEASY. Wrong. 70 stitches + a 29" circ = doom and disaster and scarlet spitup. The cast-on took me ONE HOUR because of my vile two-foot long circ. In a space of four seconds, it imploded, too. Boom.

Tomorrow we're going to Wal-Mart. Of course, they won't have what I need because that would be far too easy, but maybe someone will have returned a skein of Caron Bliss in red or blue. (They won't, but please, just humor me.)