There I was, plugging along. I thought I had figured out this pattern. It was making sense, I was anticipating, and then it happened. I looked down at the pattern and it bore no resemblance to what was on my needles. Even worse, I couldn’t figure out a way to fudge it, and I hate frogging so much that I will almost always come up with some way to fudge a goof. Rip. Rip. Rip.
This time I’ll be more female and pay more attention to the directions.