My friends all drive Porsches. I must make amends.
No, they don't. No, I must'nt. (Is that even a word?) My brain is trying to distract me by putting Janis Joplin song lyrics in my head. Seriously. I am trying to figure out how to fix this:
And suddenly I hear Janis Joplin in my head.
Have I ever told you that we went to see her in a tiny bar in Schenectady, New York, just a couple of weeks before she died, and a week or so past my due date for daughter #1? Well, we did. And that my husband thought that if I went into labor during the show, we should name child (if it was a girl, of course) Janis? And that that is my name, although I spell mine differently?
Well, it's true. But I vetoed it. (You're welcome, H.)
Anyway, back to the problem at hand. I am struggling with fixing this. It's many, many rows of cable that I had crossed the wrong way, and now I have to figure out how to knit them back correctly, crossing them on the correct rows and ending up on the same row as the rest of the stitches. And my mind is taking detours.
Maybe the solution will just come to me in the lyrics of a song. It's as good a way as any I can think of at the moment.
Just as long as it's not Llama, Llama, Duck. Yes, it's knitting related, but it would not be helpful.
I'll wait for delivery, each day until three.