my younger sister has moved into an apartment with her fiance. i am crocheting them a lace doily. i’m not sure why; it just seems like the thing to do. i crocheted quite a bit of it yesterday, and another bit of it today — except i realized on row 30 that i’d made a dreadful mistake in row 28, one that i couldn’t hide. so i ripped back to row 27, but now i’m feeling discouraged.
i’d abandoned my knee socks to work on this, so i am going back to them now. there is something very satisfying about knitting perfect rows of stockinette after fucking up stupid lace.
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