I had made a mistake -- it looked like a twisted stitch -- that I tried to fix yesterday. I unraveled one stitch down to the mistake and then used a crochet hook to bring it back up to the needles. Usually that works just fine, but apparently what I had done was inadvertently increase a stitch in the middle of the row, so I ended up unraveling two stitches all the way down, and bringing them back up, but it still wasn't right, because it kind of branched out . . . It made a very unattractive ladder that I kept telling myself I could smoosh out and adjust in blocking, but I was just kidding myself.

So I bit the bullet and ripped. Oh well. I would never have been happy with it, I know that. I can no longer live with mistakes. I used to, and I kind of miss that, I guess.