...and that's why she calls me Grace.

It was raining this morning when I woke up.

Pete was snuggled up against my side. Of course, I hit the snooze a couple times. I sleepily wished I could stay at home and cuddle with Pete all day.

I readied for work-normal day. Things at work were the same-ol' same-ol'.

Chris was getting new tires put on my rig. And then he brought me breakfast on his way to work!

I dropped a pen and banged my head (read: face! OW!) on the desk.

And broke. my. glasses.

So I called my eye doctor. My prescription has expired. Of course.

Next available appointment? End of next week...

So I called my boss and explained my clumsiness and taped up my rims. They waited to get really wonky/wobbly until I finished my drive home, thankfully!

But then, of course, my old pair (from high school!) were nowhere to be found.

I found a contact.  A contact.

And then I found Chris's old glasses case.

And then I found another contact. Wooo, a pair! But they were old...

But I finally found my old pair from high school.  They were in the basket I keep on the end table in the living room.

They're a little blurry, but I can see well enough to drive and read close things. Small street signs are problems for everyone, right?

I can't believe I broke my glasses.

But, I was being my clumsy self.

Remind me to tell y'all how I gave myself a concussion my first semester of college....

Oops. BIG oops.

Well, I am finally on the third color in my baby blanket! And what a discovery I have made...

Right around the point of discovery...

I bought yarn for this blanket last fall and cast on last December. Then I put it down for Christmas knitting and picked it back up in April.

Somewhere in there I confused a few things.

The original pattern called for seven colors of yarn. I decided on five. I thought I checked the pattern for the total grams of yarn needed, but apparently I forgot somewhere between then and now that I wasn't going to use all of each color.

I just now figured out that I will probably be finished with the blanket on the third color. Not the fifth.

This blanket is my TV knitting, so I tend to space out and not think about it. Ever, apparently.

This is what I get for not double-checking!

You see, those seven balls of yarn were 50g each. My five colors? 100g each.

The pattern calls for the blanket to be around 27" x 35".

My blanket is already ~22" long.

Each stripe is ~10.5" of that amazing fan lace...

I am kicking myself right now! There is NO WAY I am ripping back to adjust the big stripes so I can add in the other colors, and a blanket that is ~27" x ~52" seems crazy to me right now.

The five-color plan was going to make the blanket gender neutral. Pink-Green-Brown-Yellow/Orange-Blue.

It looks like I will be finished at Pink-Green-Brown, which isn't awful, but isn't what I wanted. At. All.

Kick! Kick! Kick!

This is what happens when you buy yarn, forget about it, start a pattern, forget about it, and pick it up months later.

The good thing? No baby in sight to use said blanket. I am still going to have this finished in plenty of time to start a little hope chest for our kids.

I suppose I could always buy one more skein of yarn and make another blanket. It could be Brown/Yellow-Orange/Blue.

I just found another skein of cotton, in a more denim-ish blue.

I suppose I could have a Light Blue/Yellow-Orange/Denim Blue

Then I would have a blanket more "girly" in color and another blanket more "boyish" in color.

Or, I could just keep knitting and have one long and funky baby blanket.

Oops.