Astrid knits her way out

#$%@%$%%^(*!!!!!!

I am being punished for wanting to be an irish woman. I am dutch and never will be irish. I got it.
This is how the collar looks like:

the front:

As if possible, the back is even worse:

It is shit. Irish or dutch.
I have to frog the damn collar. Then I will scream, cry, take a deep breath, get a stiff drink, another deep breath, another stiff drink and start it over. After that I will nominate myself for the Nobel price of supernatural perseverance. (if that does not exist, I tell you: it should be)

to be continued: please stay with this pittifull woman.

something old - something new

Here is the continuing story of the Irish Wannabe.
A reminder:

Now I know why this girl is laughing her head off: she has finished the develish cardi.
I have not.
It is becoming the Neverending Story. Though the knitting seems endless.... the yarn did not.
At the top of the neverending sleeves, there was no more yarn. Finished. Ended.
Look at these long sleeves and sympathize in my depression:

So while waiting for another skein of Rowan, I also ordered new yarn to start a shorter story:
1. the pattern:

2. the yarn:

to be continued....