He remembered! The old miscommunication.
He was reading a good book and I was trying to redesign a pattern that had been almost good enough for way too long–Christmas knitting was over, it was time to get down to work.
At one point I announced into the quiet, just to get it out of my system, that I had just been counting stitches (and ripping) for an hour. And then I got right back to it, glad to finally be on my way with the thing.
Till I got to–oooh. Oh that doesn’t work, does it, I mean you could, and I did last time, but, why? No way. The only thing to do was to go back almost to the beginning, and so I ripped and ripped yet again, the fifth time now, my determination to have that soft, gorgeous Tahitian Blue come out perfect being my one solace in all this.
And as the long waves of phone-corded baby alpaca/silk piled right back up in my lap my sweetie looked up from his page.
“But aren’t you using Frog Free yarn?”