Pretty inspiring, right? It was dark, I was tired, Alice was not holding up her end of the bargain (just her end, um middle, of the couch) and before I knew it, I’d strayed from the pattern in a minor, but highly annoying fashion. In fact, I’m not even sure I did stray … just that somewhere along the line I’d done something and now it didn’t match. Either make the same mistake, or fix the new one, I guess. Anyway, tinking back fuzzy, loosely-plied handspun singles is even worse than tinking lace. But I will perservere.
That’s about it. I am very much looking forward to the weekend.