“Insanity runs in my family, practically gallops!” – Mortimer Brewster in Arsenic and Old Lace
Tigger and his shadow, both in dire need of grooming |
It’s a beautiful sunny day
here on the Gulf Coast , although a bit chilly. I won’t complain though, since I know my
family up in Ohio and Indiana got at least 3 inches of snow
overnight. I’ll take the chill,
thanks. My dogs love when it’s sunny out
and one in particular spent the morning appreciating the sunshine – by
attacking his own shadow. Not
kidding. The dog is weird.
I really don’t know why he’s
so fascinated with light but he has been ever since we got him as a puppy. Whenever he is chasing shadows or a shimmer
of light, you could bring a dozen pit bulls into the yard and he’d barely
notice.
He becomes completely single
minded, which is what I should have been while working on my lace project with
my pink Alpaca Lace…
Unfortunately, I was not
paying as much attention as I should have been on row 54. That’s right.
Not row 6 or row 12 or even row 22 – bloody
row 54. There was nothing spectacular or difficult
about row 54. I simply had to count 26
knit stitches in a row. Apparently, this
was too much for me, because I managed to knit 27 stitches, then did some lace
pattern work and ended up a stitch short in the sequence. I’m not really sure how I managed what
happened next, but as I was tinking back to fix it, I dropped a stitch. Not a
simple knit stitch either. I dropped
something while trying to un-knit a s2kp with lace weight fuzzy alpaca. Suddenly I had a hole where there shouldn’t
be one. Not a pretty lace hole but
rather an, “oh crap, it looks like I cut the thing” hole. I didn’t recognize any of the stitches below
the hole to even try and pick it back up.
Great lamentation ensued, and then…
I ripped it all out. Sigh…
Whoever said 6th
time’s a charm?? Uh, wait…nobody.
Believe it or not, I am more
determined than ever that I shall NOT be defeated by lace. This is either an incredibly brave and
admirable thing to do, or an incredibly masochistic, insane, and sick thing to do, but
either way, by golly, I refuse to give up.
Yes, I’m just that stubborn.
Yesterday evening, I cast on
the same pattern, Spider Silk by Holly Chayes, which is actually a very easy
pattern if you’re actually attentive enough not to make idiot mistakes. This time I used my black Alpaca Lace, just
to make things interesting, and also because I’m totally hacked at the pink
lace at the moment for chipping away at my sanity – I’m sure it was intentional
and personal. I’ll show that pink lace…
Back in Black |
I’m back up to row 35. I am paying attention. I am in need of therapy…or arsenic.
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Ooooo... That shawl seems to be playing games with you. Good idea to try making the pink yarn jealous. Maybe it will shape-up once it see this black yarn getting all the attention.
ReplyDeleteMy thoughts exactly...
DeleteNow that I have AC/DC stuck in my head, it seems inappropriate to talk about pink lace. Or at least more ironic than I can manage.
ReplyDeleteHow did I know that caption would haunt you?
DeleteOh, yikes. That is on my worst nightmare list. I think I would be obsessive with the lifelines the second time through!
ReplyDeleteAh yes, hindsight... :-)
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