I talked to my mother after the conversation with my father. She said that Meatloaf looked like he was "drunk or on something" (Disclaimer: Mr. Loaf, please understand that is simply her opinion based on her observation of you - and from a distance, I might add. Although there were close-ups of you on the two large screens that flanked the stage. And you looked pretty sloppy.) Meatloaf had a red bandana tied to his microphone on the mike stand and my mother asked my aunt why she thought he had it there. My aunt's reply was, "so he can find it."
This is my monkey. I'm trying to love the monkey. Trying. But I'm not loving the monkey. The monkey is wacky looking. The pattern is lovely. The yarn is beautiful. They just don't work together. I didn't realize that this yarn (TOFUtsies) was going to make such big, irregular stripes. It looked to me like it would be an overall variegated yarn. Not happy, but not giving up. I can't stand the thought of ripping it out. I'm just going to finish - I'll make a mini-monkey like Cara did at January One. I looked around last night and found some pattern modifications on various websites (like this) that I might try on my next socks. Just sad. No fun when something doesn't come out like the perfect work of art I envisioned in my optimistic head.
At least I didn't have to listen to a big, sweaty man scream his head off.