Froggin'

Some days in craft land things don't go as planned.  Sometimes you can resurrect them into something even better.  Sometimes, not so much.

This turned into an entire week of not so good.  If I touched it, it went poorly.  I ripped out. Not rows.  Inches.  I cast on and ripped out one project three times.  I set it aside because I found a mistake and need to rip it out again. Number four.  I just walked away.  Ugh! 

This even extends to Julia Child's recipe for french bread, which if you haven't had it, is to d.i.e. for.  I've made it several times before.  Last weekend, for example.  The first loaf was gone in 15 minutes.  Hot butter.  Gone.  The second loaf, made it through dinner, then gone.

Today, there was a request for a french bread encore from the Sweetie.  How could I refuse?

I started early as the recipe takes about 7 hours.  It never rose.  It's sitting in the bowl right, lying there, on the first of 3 risings.  Flat.  Like a pale, clammy  slug.  I think it was the yeast.  That thing should have risen like a rocket 'cause it's in the 70's today.  Nothin'.  I don't think I can even salvage it for pizza dough.

The bread story mimics the rest of the last week.  I am putting the hooks and needles down for a day or two.  I am going to enjoy the late start to summer in Seattle.  I'm certain in a couple of days, the yarn curse will have drifted away... hopefully not to your house.