So. I am home.
Before leaving TT and I made matching hair:
Which cheered me up.
The lady who rang me was really pleased to see me. I got a hug and a back rub, and told they were very happy I came.
I was confused.
She then helped me with my sock for over an hour.
I’m having issues with turning the heel and the pattern is written assuming use of Double Pointed Needles instead of Magic Loop on a circular needle so she asked if I would be coming on Wednesday to get more help.
And I want to.
Yet five hours ago I was sobbing and heartbroken.
My brain confuses me.
They gave me an out, in the sense that they asked if they should keep the cheque and I said yes.
It’s just, it’s local, some of the ladies seem nice. And it’s a good space to decompress and doesn’t involve large amounts of travel.
I don’t know.
I know I want to finish this sock. I was even taught how to knit and purl faster tonight.
I’m going to snuggle with the hus-creature, eat tacos, drink booze and watch The Walking Dead and not think for a bit.