Mistakes galore

Ok I’ve gotta admit I’m using my Frankenstein face as an excuse to hide out on the boat and knit. It’s nice to feel like there is nowhere I have to go and nothing I need to do. Chris has even been arriving home with take out every night. The only thing harshing my happiness is the millions of mistakes I keep making following this pattern that is a translation from danish. The problem in comprehension is either me or ... well it’s probably me.