So last night I was happily knitting along on the First Crush cowl. I was knitting at a good pace and seemed to be completing row after row in no time at all. I turned it in my hand to admire my work and *blink**blink* cursed a string of words not meant for blog reader’s ears. I had made a mistake. A big mistake. An obvious mistake. A &#%*@^ mistake quite a few rows back. I crossed the blasted cable the wrong way. See it center top mocking me and my knitting prowess. It took everything I had to not throw it to the floor and stomp on it. I considered ripping the whole thing out and starting again. I considered leaving it where Myles could have his way with it. I considered giving up knitting entirely and taking up yoga or sculpting balloon animals but I didn’t. I calmly tinked back a couple of rows, thought of the blog and took a photo. I then placed it into my knitting bag, took out the iPad and played mindless games until it was time for bed. Sometimes knitting (and I suppose knitters) need a time out. Now that I have calmed down and I’m no longer seething over my own stupidity I can tell you that the color of the yarn is nearly correct in this photo. That is something nice I can say about it. Now I’m going to try to patiently repair the mistake and move the &#%@ on.