And like yesterday’s flowers, the white resists being photographed well. NO, don’t take my picture, can’t you see! I’m having a bad-stitch day!
Don’t believe it. Not for one second. And it is so soft running through the hands, a marvelous few moments’ escape from the ongoing, “Did your medical expenses exceed 7.5% of your income? Yes?…”
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I wrote the above, went back to knit some more to try to come up with a brilliant blog post title, finished the yoke, got to the end of my 398-stitch row, and…found I can’t count to two. Repeatedly. It’s tinked and reknit and all better now, and I still say it was a good stitch day. Because sometimes nothing will do but plain and simple and something that is a treat to the hands, while looking forward to making someone else happy with it, too.