This is what happens when I knit while I’m not sick. The same pattern–the light variation, this time–but the tension is worse and I missed all sorts of rows in the pattern. Oh, well. The wrinkles stretch out when I put it on, and I still enjoyed knitting it. There’s a charm to stranded colorwork when you’re doing it in small pattern repeats on circular needles. There are no distractions. Just the pattern.