“Then he went back to Arkham, the terrible witch-haunted old town of his forefathers in New England, and had experiences in the dark, amidst the hoary willows and tottering gambrel roofs, which made him seal forever certain pages in the diary of a wild-minded ancestor.” - The Silver Key by H.P. Lovecraft

I was frustrated by the way my vine lace pattern kept shifting on me with my first pair of mitts. I realized it wasn’t identical because of the way it twisted. So I read up a little bit about how to adjust twisting patterns and decided that if I shifted the pattern forward once in every row that should fix the problem. And it did! Hallelujah.