Can you see it? I can see it. It’s like a big zit on the end of a nose just itching to be popped – except it’s actually miscounted stitches on what will eventually be a smocked top. More than that it’s 3 rows of stitching which need to be ripped out. On top of that my bra is chafing and the cute, blonde-haired, leather-clad boy who walks by every day has cut his gorgeous long locks. I think I need a glass of wine.