So we went on our little annual road trip to Ballarat, as we do most Easter's, and I had a smug thought.
Everyone who knows about smug thoughts knows that they are as crafty as a leprechaun, and as all seeing as karma.
(ever heard the expression "too big for your boots"?)
Happily knitting away on my second Embossed Leaves lace sock, chat chat chat (because, you realise, I am smug), thinking to myself, "I'm wearing these home on Monday, aren't I a clever clogs?"
Everyone is making admiring murmurs, asking questions as to degree of difficulty, all in all, a general ego-stroke for me, you know what I mean?
I should have known then and there.
Finish a repeat, realise it must be the last one before I start the toe, try the sock on...in front of everyone.
And there it is.
Staring right at me, the smack across the ears the universe had been dying to send me all weekend...
Right back during the gusset, I had zigged a leaf left, instead of zagging it right.
I valiantly tried to frog back to the offending leaf, but alas due to the yo's and decreases, no luck, it had to come back to the cuff.
I'm so mad with myself I could spit!