Minds out of the gutter dear readers, I am referring to my progress on the stockinette rectangle that will someday be my Accidentally on Purpose Vest. Or as I have taken to calling it my Purposefully Ass Kicking Stockinette project. But I have always wanted this silly little vest so I knit onward and forward.
Knitting this I can't help but think of the 80's drug commercial about one's brain on drugs being like a fried egg. Knitting all this stockinette produces an overeasy sensation in my brain that begs for a side of turkey bacon and hashbrowns. All kidding aside, this amount of stockinette could put Mother Teresa in a bad mood, as if being dead probably hasn't done that already! No more whining since I think you've caught my drift but hopefully not my foul mood!