I've been happily knitting along on my Rams and Ewes Blankie. "The pattern is so intuitive" I said "I can knit this anywhere, the airport, the train, the pub" I said. "The hardest part is choosing the right colours correctly" I said.
And on Friday night, after finishing the first of the second half rams, I smoothed out the blanket to admire it, and realised that the pattern is not as it is meant to be mirrored. I'd picked the wrong shade of black for the second half of the pattern, and knit with it for two days.
And then this morning, when I went to rip it out I realised that the middle rows were also done in the wrong colour, so they came out too. And this is how it looks now:
Ah well, I guess it's just a way of prolonging the joy of knitting with this yarn, right? Right???