Minding my own business on a little dress when I realize that something is dreadfully wrong....
Often there are signs before you get to this point...the well-intentioned knitting projects strewn along the road you knit on....the growing warmth of the air around you..the knitting baskets cast aside....
In knitting hell.
No wool socks needed here. No nice addi lace turbo needles....nope just miles of stockinette knit with itchy scratchy grey wool with the occasional thorn that sticks in your fingers raw from the large unsanded dpns you have to knit on.
I knew I should have swatched.