like Icarus I fall

I was on such a knitting roll. I made another Sontag for Alice, I made a knitted petticoat, muff and pile of christmas presents all in quick succession. I was looking at tons of knitting patterns and thought "I CAN DO THIS!" This is great! I'm awesome at this!....WRONG. I got far to big for my britches and wanted to make something SUPER COOL so I bought stuff to make a beaded pineapple reticule. I got Amanda to buy me fancy pants tiny needles...oh how pride cometh before the fall. You see I am in fact a muggle and despite two hours of attempting to cast on 320 tiny stitches with beads I never made it past 80 and couldn't fit them on my needle, kept running out of tail less than 1/4 of the way through casting on...okay I'm obviously using the wrong side as the tail. *rotates* now I can't make the bead go on. fail. fail. fail.

I'm going to go stab myself in the eye with a size 00 needle now. I can probably get it right through the iris they're so damn small.