I can barely type through my tears gentle readers. I've been crying for hours and I could just kick myself.
I've cut my Oregon Vest.
Yes, I the brave steeker, the one who likes to "steek naked", the one who needs no wine, or support group to cut her steeks, I have royally wrecked my precious Alice Starmore.
I think this is it for me as a knitter. I don't believe I can ever recover from such a disaster. I may never knit again.
There's nothing more to say. Thanks for everything.