That is like saying that I am on the last 20 rows of a sweater. Or I am halfway through the foot of the second sock.
How can the last row seem so loooooong from the end? It really is a cruel irony.
I have decided that casting off will feel like the true end is in sight.
Unless I decide that the ruffle isn't long enough. Then I will have to tink back the last two seed stitch rows and continue on. Or kill myself. Same difference.
Today, it is all about the endless end.
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