Which of course makes me want to dance in the streets, merrily telling every soul this useless bit of info... but it feels great in a weird tingly kinda way. no idea, honestly.
I've been trying for years to get the concept down, it just hasn't clicked until Monday evening (I wanted to write down the exact time it was that crazy) one minute no idea, the next... row after row of garter stitch... wtf?
So now I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I don't drop a whole half row of stitches or my little man (2 year old) gets his sticky little nubs on my pretty 5 inches of fabric.
what a life... having the house sick for a month really kills the brain cell apparently ;)