Started sewing up my latest Big Fat Ted last night, and realised too late (not paying proper attention) that I’d put the first safety eye in completely the wrong place.
It took good old dh over 10 minutes to remove it - with pliers and a Stanley knife! - without damaging all that knitting.
There’s a very good reason why they’re called safety eyes!
I think someone got out of the wrong side of the bed
Bereavement wipes out everything
A drop in the ocean in the great schemes of things....but replicated by how many more
