On the way home from a site visit this afternoon I discovered I’d picked up a stitch and joined in the wrong spot. It was enough of an error I knew it would bother me. Instead of trying to fix it in the car like last time I set it aside until I got home.
With the picked up and passed over stitches it took a bit of brain to figure out how to do and I’m thrilled I did it!
even I can no longer tell which row I fixed.
shabbat shalom.