Hubris

So Bunny is at knitting circle on Tuesday and The Bean's mom is there, fixin' to attach a sleeve to a baby sweater, and she's being all finicky and precise and The Bean's mom sez she sez "Once I just eyeballed it and one side ended up half an inch lower than the other side."

And so yesterday Bunny took the day off and she finished all of the pieces parts for The Bean's sweater with the seed stitch borders and she is fixin' to attach the sleeves to the sweater. She has carefully marked the center stitch of each sleeve and she matches it up to the shoulder seam and she smooths everything out and commences to sewing. The whole time she is sewing, she remembers what The Bean's mom said and she thought, nah, I got it covered.

And then she gets ready to sew the side seams, and she discovers this:

That's a bit more than a half-inch off. No way can Bunny fudge that. I am going to have to rip it out and do it over. Yarn Harlot frequently discourses about the knitting gods and how they lie in wait to punish knitters who cut corners and get all smug about it. That seam is well and thoroughly done. It is going to take a long time to rip out--way, way, way, way longer than it would have taken if Bunny hadn't been so sure she had it covered.