I haven't been, really. Mystery Yarn tank top is a pain in the ass, and while I'm not quite ready to go out and buy the red heart the pattern calls for, I have put it down until I come up with a new plan.
But, just so my blog doesn't get boring, here are some pictures! A friend saw this at a yard sale or something and picked it up for me.
I hope that it wasn't a hint, because I'm not knitting that thing for a Christmas gift.
It must be the square dancing version of Grumperina's buffalo sweater, although instead of the dude with the pipe, I've got a lade who is seriously displeased with her whole situation.
To me, that look says, "I can not fucking believe I got roped into this stupid job. When I get out of here I'm going to murder whoever made this booking. Oh Jesus, am I wearing an ascot? Fucking horseshit."
Any other brilliant interpretations of this poor woman's state of mind?