The Complete Opposite of Presumptuous

It's too hot to blog. I have not, however, done a "there but for the grace of God go I" post in a while, and those are always pictures without the burden of wit. I'll try to be clever next time.

There was, of course, this one from a few days ago.


Which makes this one even more infuriating.

Still, they were fixable. [Edited to add: Oh dear. As if this wasn't embarassing enough. But Luni's comment means I have to be more explicit. This is not the result of breaking the yarn. This is the result of knitting with the wrong end. Twice.]

I was told, somewhere/sometime, that the original Shakers never made anything perfect. They considered perfection the province of the Deity, and that to attempt it was presumption. They would, therefore, always incorporate a mistake in their work. Admittedly, this is contrary to everything I can find out about Shakers, but it makes a good story and a nice segue into my most recent find.

See it? How about now?

Right. There.

One lonely little stockinette stitch in a field of garter.

Presumption is the least of my worries.