There I was, merrily rolling along on this sock, thinking that yes, indeedy, with a valiant effort I might get these done in time for the fair, when it happened. I looked at the sock. I looked at the pattern. Something horrible caught my eye.
A missing row.
Please note the distance of said missing row from the position of the current work.
Never mind Mommy, kids…she’ll be okay in a little while.