Miss Winkle was started Saturday night . . late . . way too late and apparently all my comprehension skills had gone to sleep. I can’t tell you how many times I started, ripped, started, ripped . . at least six times.
I don’t even know if I have the loops twisted correctly but three of them going the same direction and that’s how I’m making it. It will be a lot more fun to knit once I get farther along and I’m not spending so much of my time making loops. It’s pretty enough that I will persevere but on Saturday night, if I had been a quitter, I would have given up.