Alas, The Clapotis

Notice that this wasn't "AT Last, the Clapotis..."

It happened right after Memorial Day - much to my chagrin - right after I had hit the straight rows and was dropping stitches on purpose. It was so lovely - so cool.

And then I looked away for a moment - nary a second - and when I re-focused, I realized that several rows back - just far enough to be unsavable - I had dropped an unintentional dropped stitch.

So, to the frog pond it went.

I've not had the heart to start it again - I will, though...just after baby blanket season.