I think there is a revolution going on in my knitting basket. All my WIPs have turned against me.
The socks slipped off a few of the heel stitches and hid themselves until I started to pick up stitches.
The edging of Clapotis unraveled when the dropped stitches reached their destinations.
The Retro rib tank used it's boldly striped powers to convince me that "k2tog" actually meant "m1".
Bastards.
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Tough love is the only way to go. Convince those errant knitted items that you are the boss! I've watched Supernanny, and it can be translated. Make a 'naughty box', and put them in there when they act out. They'll learn their lesson very quickly.
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