Spitting Nails

Really must say damn. My lovely seed stitch border, the one that had developed that case of K1P1 ribbing, did not take well to repair. Cotton yarn just doesn't snap back the way wool does. That or (more likely) I'm just not as good at repair as I think I am and the cotton won't disguise the fact for me. Worse, before I had the opportunity to learn this lesson, I decided to be a perfectionist, drop down further, and repair a mistake that didn't show particularly, but that I knew was there.

The irony -- that the cause of this set-back is the seed stitch border, not the cables -- has not escaped me.

I've ripped back all of yesterday's work and some from the day before. I don't think I can bear to face the cable charts again at the moment. Yet I find I need a diversion that engages rather more of my brain than yesterday's Quilt Squares.

Do you think a pink sheep would do the trick?

Anything to reduce the amount of ironmongery now scattered throughout my home.