I was merrily knitting away at my Fishtrap Aran last night, chuffed that the pattern was making so much sense to me and that I'd completed the first repetition of the chart without even needing to look at the book. Then I realized the middle of the fishtrap didn't look quite right. I got out the chart. Oops. I was making diamonds in the middle instead of trees. It looked fine, but it wasn't exactly a Fishtrap Aran any more. So I frogged half of it. Ah well, the silver lining is that I got to make the husband wear it like a cummerbund to check the fit, since it was coming off the needle anyway. (The light is terrible in our house at night, so no pictures of that, unfortunately.) And it fits just as he wanted. It's good to get knocked down a peg or two now and then - wouldn't want to get cocky about the knitting. Onward, with greater humility!