DC's Snowmageddon, the worst snow storm since... 2003. Yes. 2003. I wish you could see the wall-to-wall television coverage. You'd think this storm really was the end of the world.
We've got 30 inches of snow in a region where a third-of-an-inch of white stuff is sufficient to close every school system within a hundred miles. (This yardstick is courtesy of my brother who took this picture in his back yard.) We are officially debilitated, bored, and overfed - the grocery stored surrendered every egg, loaf of bread, and a pack of Oreos yesterday. When I ventured to my neighborhood store and bought its very last half-gallon of milk, the clerk reassured me that I was one lucky woman.
There is an alternative solution which the company actually tells you with a straight face: hand knit the ribbing yourself and then slip the stitches one by one onto the Ultimate Sweater Machine to finish knitting. Jeez louise. Might as well just knit the damn thing by hand myself!
I'm contemplating what to do next. I'm likely going to pack it all up and sell it on ebay. Then I'll save my dough until I can get a real knitting machine that purls - at least! I don't want much. But I do want to knit - and knitting requires purling.
Too bad the knitting machine is so deficient. I'd love to whip out the bottom of my Handstrikket in a night or three. No such luck. The moral of my story? Caveat knitter!