“They’re not dropped stitches. It’s a random lace pattern.”
Simplia was defending the scarf she had just taken off her knitting needles. Random lace pattern, indeed. Those holes were not …
Simplia was defending the scarf she had just taken off her knitting needles. Random lace pattern, indeed. Those holes were not …
“Purl two together . . . knit one . . . knit two,” Sagacia mumbled in a slow rhythm, working …
Simplia was bored again. She was grousing again. She was pacing and petulant. Again. And Sagacia had had just about enough. ` …