Occasionally I find an innate wandering mind leads to dropped stitches and their inevitable ladders and holes.
It can, however, be a liberating experience to let these travel as far as they can, and enjoy the patterns of their tracks.
These rogue, travelling stitches, with their anarchic intent to run and run often leave behind exquisite filigree traces rivalling the conformative beauty of more conventional methods.
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