Then I pulled my cast-on (180 stitches) bottom of a sweater out of my bag and pulled the needle right out of about fifteen stitches. I was still on the first row, so I put ’em back on with some difficulty. It wasn’t until row four that I noticed I’d twisted it when I’d replaced the original stitches.
I’m going to drive VERY slowly to work.
But honestly? I had a phone call from m’girl, and I ate, count them, four Cadbury Creme Eggs. I’m actually in a much better mood now. Oooh! Coffee! I think I need more coffee.
Now, to rip.
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