I finished my green tank top today. I was really excited about it! The color is perfect (it matches my eyes), the design is fun, and I have really been aching to knit something that I'm actually able to wear!
Unfortunately, things did not work out exactly as planned. So even though this is a knitting blog, I am not going to write about knitting today and I am going to write about something that never fails to make me happy instead.
Yes, that's right. I have been addicted to Lay's Baked Sour Cream and Onion Potato Crisps for years. Their crunchy goodness always puts a smile on my face. They never disappoint. They always turn out exactly the way I expect them to.
Unlike my knitting. For some reason, even though I added two inches to the row count called for in the pattern, my sweater is too short!
These chips, excuse me, crisps, are so light and tasty I crave them all the time. I never get enough of them. Toss me a bag of these on a bad day and it's like sunshine everywhere.
Unlike my knitting. Toss me some needles and a ball of yarn and I will knit you a mystery sweater. It follows the pattern exactly. It looks like it will fit. When I slip it onto waste yarn and try it on as I'm going, it does fit. But when I bind off and try it on, there isn't enough room inside it for me!
These chips are so good that The Brain has to physically take the whole bag away from me or I'll eat it all in one sitting. The first thing I scout for when I move to a new city is the nearest grocery store that stocks these in Sour Cream and Onion. Many of them don't. They carry Original and Barbecue and even Sour Cream and Cheddar, but the SC&O are a hard-to-find variety. When I lived in Pittsburgh last year for school I literally had a classmate drive 3 bags in from Moon for me. That's how desperate I was for a fix.
Unlike my knitting. Right now I don't even want to look at yarn. You could take me on a tour of the world's most fabulous yarn stores and I wouldn't even blink. My yarn has betrayed me. Even the bind-offs, which I took care to do loosely and in ribbing, have no give and are threatening to cut off circulation to my arms.
And my chips would never ever do something like that.
Obligatory shot of the offending sweater:
I figure any sweater that allows people to count your ribs through the wool is too tight!
I'll save it because I love the yarn, but I just can't bring myself to do anything else with it right now. Someday down the line I will get up the courage to frog it and start over.
But tonight I'm just consoling myself with a bag of chips...and some Dr. Pepper.