Meantime, yesterday I frogged my latest project most of the way back to tweak the very first row and it is much better for it. Little details matter.
I’m glad too that I wasn’t satisfied with the darker, grayer blue silk I was knitting for my aunt, because that means the original shawl is still here to check against and improve on. This time I’m carefully writing down every stitch as I go–because this time I know how it comes out and that I like it and that I want to knit it again and again. (Always a good sign.)
By the way, just for fun: some books recycled into art here. Books of a cover, carved another.