
Please feel free to gasp in horror and cover your eyes with your current knitting project. Yes, it's truly that terrible.
I got through the first two major sections before I hit a major hitch, and then, wowee, was it ever major. It was a "Major Whoopsies", as we like to say around here (in lieu of more vivid swear words. We do have two impressionable toddlers in the house, after all, and swearing is *usually* confined to "Oh Bother" a-la Winnie the Pooh and "Dratty Watty".)
In tears and vexation, I had to rip. Rip, rip, rip. It wouldn't really have been all that much to rip out, but because I was so stupid and arrogant (see second paragraph for reminder of stupidity), I also didn't put in any lifelines. I was back to nearly square one - hours and hours of work, wasted.
Well, after completing Anne's wonderful Zig Zag socks (oh, yes, I did manage to get them done, and I did manage to figure out a proper short-row heel. Thanks very much for all the nice people who left a comment about that. Silly me forgot to take pictures before I mailed them back to Anne. Dratty Watty!), I remembered how much I really love her patterns. One ambitious evening, heavily fortified with strong tea, I picked up the Bee Fields Shawl and started again.
So this entire post has been me blathering that I've been busy, with nothing new to show for it.
Hmmmm. I've been wasting your time, haven't I? Oh well, that's nothing new, ha ha!
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