You’ve heard people say “I almost swallowed my tongue” right? It’s usually said with a breathy Southern accent. Maybe it’s just a saying here in Oklahoma, but I swear I almost swallowed my tongue a few minutes ago.
Thinking I’d sneak in a quick row on my Haapsalu Spring Stole I grabbed the spectacles and sat down to purl back the quick row I’d snuck in after breakfast this morning.
That’s when I saw it.
A dropped stitch that went back six rows and stopped just short of a nupp. Yeah – that’s when I almost swallowed my tongue – now I know exactly what it feels like. I very gently put my knitting down and then raced to find my crochet hook. Then very gently — and barely breathing — I caught the errant stitch and held it in place until I could purl to the spot where I could slip it back on my needle after somewhat-successfully working my way back up in sorta-kinda the correct stitches.
It doesn’t look as pretty.
I’m not going to show it though because I don’t want anyone else to almost swallow their tongue.
I will definitely be having a Modela Especial with my tamales tonight. Maybe two.