This scarf I’m knitting is very pleasant to knit, but I’m also discovering that it is entirely unforgiving. I make one teensy little mistake, and there is just no way to recover without the mistake being glaringly obvious. The pattern is so large, so regular, and so distinct that any deviation really stands out, like a streaker in the middle of a marching band. Sometimes I even notice the mistake nearly immediately but when I try to correct it, I make things worse instead, so I end up unravelling entire rows after all.