When I was a kid, I always thought the adage “a stitch in time saves nine” was weird. Like, what do you use to stitch time? And nine of what? Nine times? Since you can’t hear commas it really should go, “In time, one stitch saves nine.” Maybe.
Anyway, I woke up one morning to a tiny rip in my sheets. A few days later, it was a giant hole. Nothing left to do but rip it to shreds and crochet it into these attractive nesting bowls.