Embracing my marked limitations...
I’ve reached the first repeat of my pattern, and I have to say this takes a fair amount of concentration. I have to read the chart frontwards AND backwards--that’s asking a lot of my approaching-holiday brain cells. It took my a dozen rows to get used to how the pattern is a row essentially folded in half--I’ve never seen that before. And every repeat of the chart adds two repeats of an internal section. There’s only one way to handle such a cerebral task:
Call me middle-aged, but I can only handle about fifteen stitches worth of organization at a time. Okay, twenty if I’ve recently been to Starbucks. Which is smarter? Pretending I’m so skilled I don’t need stitch markers? Or botching rows on a regular basis out of pride?
Call me humble, but I’m reaching for the markers.
I embrace my limitations--and I like shiny accessories.