Ok, so I don’t think I technically got the gold this knitting olympics – the sweater wasn’t finished until about an hour ago, and even though I can’t find any reference to the time when the flame was extinguished, I’m pretty sure I missed it.
But do you know what? I don’t even care! I made a sweater in less than 12 days (due to a series of really stupid, totally preventable, and completely my-fault-type errors). My family supported me – well, everyone but my dad, who called to give me a hard time yesterday whilst I was in the middle of a knitting-children-Giant-Ahbot-related conundrum – in ways that I never imagined they would. My husband and children get gold medals for being the greatest family ever. My mom gets a gold too, even though she started the whole thing with my dad calling me. And my dad, as usual, gets the lump of coal.
Ok, my fingers are too tired from knitting to type any more.