First the heat. Now my blankety blank hands.
Just when I find a pattern that screams : Make Me! I of feel the familiar sting of soreness. Son of a Gun, I re-injured myself.
The pattern calls for size 3 needles. Normally, I go up a size because I’m a tight knitter. I decided to stick with 3s because I wanted the lace to look like lace and not some holes from dropped stitches.
I got to row 18 and felt the slightest soreness. I stopped knitting, got some water and resumed.
The heart was willing, the body not so.
* just for you, la!