So with today being the Labour Day long weekend, I figured that I would hunker down and get some real work done on the scarf.
I had almost doubled it in length and was feeling pretty good about my productivity levels when I decided to stretch out the scarf and see just how much it had grown.
Something seemed…off. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I slowly and deliberately counted my stitches.
Crap. How long ago had I misplace a single stitch? Apparently quite some time ago.
I came closer and closer to tears the more I unraveled.
Looks like my day wasn’t as productive as I first thought. I think I need to make this coffee Irish….