I've been feeling pretty shitty lately. There's been family drama, Hank stress, and general dissatisfaction. Part of it is hormonal, too. You know. But even though I know all this will fade and pass, I'm wallowing in it right now.
Even knitting is grumping me out. I had gotten past the 3rd button hole on the February sweater and decided to count my stitches to see how much farther I had to go before the next step. I was over the stitch count I needed, but not over in a way that would suggest I had done too many increase rows. I started counting sections and it turns out one of the front sections was 9 stitches over. I'm not sure what I did, but I think it had to do with the button holes. So guess what I did. I ripped that sucker to within the original first 3 rows. There was no fudge room. It was 9 stitches. How disheartening. But I'm not one to accept a crappy result, especially when the yarn is so expensive. I'll just chalk it up to experience and remember to check my stitch count more often.
I don't feel like messing with it any more today. I'll come back to it when I'm feeling less pissy.
To add to my feeling of doom and gloom, I watched The Other Boleyn Girl several nights ago. I read the book quite some time ago and enjoyed it. I have always been intrigued with the story of Anne, Henry & Elizabeth. It's so tragic. For some reason, I always get caught up in the story and am a little surprised by the ending. Not like I didn't know it was coming, but surprised that it actually happened. I don't know how to explain it, but it breaks my heart every time. Anyway, probably not the best movie for someone wallowing in pseudo-depression.
Poor, Anne, poor Marie Antoinette, poor Marilyn.
EDIT: I've added pics of garlic rosemary salmon with roasted new potatoes & chocolate star cupcakes, cuz carbs always make me feel better.