The New Rule

There was a new rule at Knittervention last night.  Every time you used a swear word, you had to take a drink.  I don't recall this rule when I first started attending.  I was working on lace.  With nubbs.  Out of laceweight for alpaca.  The more I screwed up, the worse the language, the more I had to drink, the more I screwed up.  It was a vicious circle.

I worked on Row 7, which I had started earlier that day.  By the time it was time to leave, I was on . . . Row 7.

More than a bit discouraging.  And I haven't even gotten to the purl 7 together part of the nubb.

Today, it is all about the rule I should have broken.