Did you ever have one of those days? Days when you pin out your beleaguered lace shawl and discover 6 holes in it that you can’t explain? Days when you soak and press your finished cross-stitch and your iron spits gunk all over it? Days when you block out the sleeve to your new sweater and it in no way resembles the dimensions of your gauge swatch? Days when you sit down to do some sewing to take your mind off the afternoon’s setbacks and a moth flits into view?
Some days are like that.