Another Meme and a few rows ripped

Spotted at three sites today:
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And why is it that when you're knitting along, chugging, really, and you feel so proud of yourself, as in "Hey! I underSTAND these cables! I luuurrrve this pattern. It's so easy, I could probably knit you a car cover instead of a sweater. What's a few more rows?" is exactly when you realize that six rows back you wove left instead of right and now you have to pull the stinkin' thing back out because you can't figure out how to ladder down and fix the stupid woven basketweave cabled thing. Dang.

Gee, that lasted all of a week.

I admit to finishing the socks for MIL. If you don't count the grafting of the toe on sock #2. I really don't dislike grafting, unlike many knitters, but I was so tired of looking at said sock I just had to throw them back into the bag. I will finish that prior to the weekend in hopes of giving them to her on Sunday.
And it wasn't the vest that got me, either. It was Eunny's take on the male Aran sweater that kept me coming back to her blog day after day.
So, I've cast on for Na Craga for DH. Let's see how long this relationship lasts.