Knitting the Old Shale Smoke Ring is a combination of advance and retreat. I am thinking of putting in life lines for the next time I have to rip back rounds. I am also thinking of obsessively counting my stitches in every single repeat as I knit.
The second bout of frogging drove me to chocolate. Now, I like chocolate very much and my family's motto could be "Nothing chocolate, nothing gained," but I object to being goaded by knitting to consume the stuff.
While I had the needles out of the stitches to rip back, I tried the piece out for size, wimple style. The fabric ringing my face looked like one of those bandages in funny old illustrations of children with mumps. Should be better once blocked.
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