Everyone has their limits. For example, some folks swear that they can't knit drunk, whereas I'll happily plod away at colourwork whilst sipping Chablis. However I do know from bitter experience that I can't work complex lace whilst angry. (I was debating with a member of my extended family about a subject that was dear to my feminist principles. Afterwards, precisely nobody was converted to the other's viewpoint and the entire collar of my jumper needed frogging and re-knitting. Sigh. Lesson Continue Reading