Grr. I had to frog a fat inch of my sock last night. I had mysteriously lost two stitches off N1 and tried to M2 and it left a big fat hole. Duh. So I wondered for about an inch if I could live with it and finally decided I couldn't, so I frogged the sucker. My husband, horrified, asked What are you doing?! That must mean that A) I am just. that. good. that I never have to frog, or B) my husband has never really watched me knit, at all. I'm going with A because right now I need that.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Our Lady of Perpetual Frogging
Grr. I had to frog a fat inch of my sock last night. I had mysteriously lost two stitches off N1 and tried to M2 and it left a big fat hole. Duh. So I wondered for about an inch if I could live with it and finally decided I couldn't, so I frogged the sucker. My husband, horrified, asked What are you doing?! That must mean that A) I am just. that. good. that I never have to frog, or B) my husband has never really watched me knit, at all. I'm going with A because right now I need that.
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