Apparently, "six" was the magic number of repeats I should’ve worked on my second Monkey cuff (oddly enough, just like the pattern states). Unfortunately, I couldn’t find JBM #1 to verify the number of repeats I’d worked the first time around until this morning, so there was a side trip to the frog kiddie pool during today’s morning commute. I’m almost done picking all the stitches back up so I should be able to cruise through the heel flap before the DC United game tonight.
Yesterday, Sandy posted this Twain quote:
Good breeding consists of concealing how much we think of ourselves and how little we think of the other person.
— Mark Twain, Notebooks (1935)
I don’t know what breeding has to do with it, but the first half of that statement rarely applies to me. If nothing else, I have the polar opposite problem – thinking far too little of myself. It’s something I periodically try to work on, even having gone so far as to give up "negative self-esteem" for Lent on year. Yeah, that was a rousing success. Short of therapy, how does one reverse thirty-six years of this type of thinking? The last thing I want to do is go too far in the other direction, but I know it irritates the people in my life when I put myself down all the time, but it ‘s such a built-in facet of my personality at this point. This really has nothing to do with anything – just me thinking out loud. And procrastinating.