That kind of says it all about my knitting day yesterday. My troubles were looking like they were here to stay...unless I ripped it out.
Somewhere back at the start of the day, I knit-purled a knit row or I purled where I ought to have knit or I knit where I ought to have purled. I do not know, but all of a sudden, instead of this lovely and very simple texture I had columns. Pretty ones mind, but columns where columns were just not meant to be. Columns that were outstanding in my field of lovely not columns.
I had to rip back about an inch and a half. I'll reknit it today. I'm sure it won't take long. Just a day.
Oh well. I believe in yesterday, but I believe in tomorrow too.
PS: For reader Ann, its ST. Denis Boreale. Delightful, yummy, sound wool.
PS: For reader Ann, its ST. Denis Boreale. Delightful, yummy, sound wool.
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