Yesterday was filled with joy about the custom size rug for the balcony door. There was even time to work and add to the length. Funny thing about that whole length thing. While the rug was indeed growing in length, something happened to the custom width. And, given that my eyes were tired and the yarn is three shades plied together then interwoven by the Tunisian work, it took a good five minutes to find the mishap. 'Twas not a mistake. No way Jose. It was a mishap only.
A mishap is not as severe as a mistake. A mistake requires sincere regret and words of mea culpa. But a mishap requires none of that. The way I figure it, a mishap just requires a shrug of the shoulder and words like pftttttt.
Note to self: the faster the hook, the narrower the rug.