Because you’ve already been labeled “that weird hippie-girl” by co-workers and have a reputation to uphold.

Cast on between tater tots and margaritas at knitting group last night, bound off shortly before the night ended. How’s that for satisfying? This unidentified yarn was rescued from a thrift store a few years ago and appears to be worsted weight.

Overall, am very happy with this little knit. (As is my coffee cup, who feels that the cables make him look distinguished.)