Oy Frieda!

So here I am, all chugging along on The Last Frackin’ Row of the PFS, and what happens? Yeah, I drop two stitches. And the little bastards run all the way back to the last lifeline. Which is 8 rows back. Being that there were 2 moves of the stitch marker that this happened right next to, and everything in those last few rows involved either yarn-overs or decreases, I was, in the truest sense of the word, fucked. Sigh. I am a pebble, I am calm, the river rushes by me, but I am calm. Calm, I tell you, CALM! Fuck. Fuckity fuck. Hooray! I had so much fun knitting those rows the first damn time, I just had to do it again. goddammit.

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