I don’t know what’s happening to me! I don’t think I disturbed any sacred burial grounds, or crossed any old crones-who-are-secretly-witches, and I definitely didn’t unearth any mummies. Heck, it’s not even a full moon!
I’ve clearly upset the knitting gods (or at least some knitting trickster spirit), because this project is killing me, you guys. You guys. It’s killing me.
You remember my super-secret-project? The one with the ribbing that I totally messed up? 
Well, after repairing the damage in the dumbest possible way (really, Allison- why on earth did you think it was a good idea to get out the crochet hook?), I realized I had messed it up even more than I had thought.
I had cast on the wrong number of stitches.
Needless to say I was upset. I ripped it out, rechecked my math and was on my way (for the third time).
Fast forward two weeks, and I think I have it under control. I’ve checked all my math, and everything looks good. My project is coming along.
Until, two days ago, I connected several separate pieces together (a very finicky step). And.
Would you believe it? I messed up again! This was two days ago, and I didn’t notice until yesterday morning, when I had to rip out a full 24 hours of work!
I’m finally getting back to where I was two days ago. But hoo boy. I’m struggling.
At least it’ll look good when it’s done.
Hopefully.
Ugh.
Have you ever had a cursed project? What happened to it? Did you manage to break the curse?
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