I was telling you all yesterday about my WIP, and I was feeling quite happy with myself as I knit two more inches earlier today.
Then I spotted a dropped stitch from who knows when. I mean, all would be well if I had just dropped it because I would just pick it right back up, but no, I had dropped it ages ago and then knitted past it as if it did not exist. I couldn’t think of a way to fix the thing without having to tighten other rows and making the thing look generally less nice.
So I ripped back. I mourned my fallen stitches, but reassured myself that they fell for a righteous cause.
Then I found more mistakes, even further back. So this had to happen:
It took me four hours to rip it down, fix it, find more mistakes and fix those too.
Four hours. *sigh*