Or lack thereof. I frogged the inch and a half of ribbing that I had done so far. I frigged up my stitch count God-knows-where, and wasn't feeling very happy with the overall quality of what I had going on there. I'm happy that I ripped it out. I've done about an inch now and it's looking much better than before. Thanks, in part, to one of the handy books that I got for my birthday.
Have I mentioned that Ma and Granny rock?